Behold, yon bright star
above us in the night.
They say another star, of not a centurye past, shone as brightly from the heaven's zenith.
When of an oriental feast the shepherds called the Booths, a lowly babe burst forth from his mother's humility and slept his first among the dung and fodder of an open stable.
They say he did so for the sake of all the earth!
Some there are, who say this beacon shows the glory told by all the stars since time began. A message written in the sky from one great God to poor, beleagured humankin. A lockett-book a Virgin opens and there spills across the arc precessions yet to come, where Leon finds his glory in the end. The Sphinx provides the key, they often say.
I overheard one of their company from the East on yester eve, softly singing these lines in the garden. When he'd finished his song, he told me the words were very ancient indeed, written down by a man named Dyfed the King and they point to the star and the babe in the stable.
The heavens declare the glory of God;
Strange and wonderful, hauntingly beautiful music, he sang. I could not sleep, but thought of it all through the night, as I gazed up to the sky from my chamber window.
The last thing he spoke, before I hurried to my solitude was this,
"Here is the scroll of the stars, my Lady. If it is your wish to learn it, I will teach you."
and the firmament sheweth his handywork.
Day unto day uttereth speech
and night unto night sheweth knowledge.
There is no speech nor language,
where their voice is not heard.
Their line is gone out through all the earth
and their words to the end of the world.
In them hath he set a tabernacle for the sun,
Which as a bridegroom coming out of his chamber,
rejoiceth as a strong man to run a race.
His going forth is from the end of the heaven
and his circuit unto the ends of it:
and there is nothing hid from any part thereof.
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