Symmetry

My queen, my queen, endless light
In the velvet of the night
What mighty angel did see
Through the sky, perfect symmetry?

For what purpose, in the skies
Burns the fire of thine eyes
With thine wings, dare thee aspire?
Will thine hand rise to the fire?

And what might of great art
Could pull the sinews of thy heart?
The beauty of your heart beat,
Illuminates all deceit.

Hide not thy face nor thy hair
Thy beauty, beyond compare
A soul of pure light is thine
Thy fire doth approach divine.

When the night throws down its cloak,
And tangible darkness awoke,
Out comes a wave of white light
Burning away this long night!

My queen, my queen, endless light
In the velvet of the night
What mighty angel did see
To form thy perfect symmetry?