O star of light and O sun in harvest; O amber hair, O my share of the world!
Chorus I. “O star, emerging great, through thy light, thou thyself formest thy own limbs.”
Mistress came running to meet me, and put both arms around my neck, and said: 'O star, you have saved our darling's life!'
It is a passage conceived in the same spirit as the great chaunt "O star of France!"