|Stanza||Poetry Source by First Line|
Ye golden lamps of heav'n farewell,
With all your feeble light;
Farewell thou ever changing moon,
Pale empress of the night.
And thou refulgent orb of day,
In brighter flames arrayed;
My soul which springs beyond thy sphere,
No more demands thy aid.
YE golden Lamps of Heav'n, farewel [sic],, Stanzas 1 & 2