The sun of all our pleasure

A little Friday evening poetry

One day the stars, down dripping,
Shall flow in golden wine:
We, of that nectar sipping,
As living stars will shine.
Free, from the tomb emerges
Love, to die never more;
Fulfilled, life heaves and surges
A sea without a shore.
All night! all blissful leisure!
One jubilating ode!
And the sun of all our pleasure
The countenance of God.

Novalis ‘Hymns to the Night’
Translated by George MacDonald

Just a portion of poetry I felt compelled to share one Friday evening.