Feasting I watch with westward-looking eye
E. Elgar
Feasting I watch with westward-looking eye
The flashing constellations' pageantry.
Solemn and splendid; then anon I wreathe
My hair, and warbling to my harp I breathe
My full heart forth, and know the heav'ns look down
Pleased, for they also have their Lyre and Crown.