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Boethius – The Consolation of Philosophy

For I have swift and speedy wings
With which to mount the lofty skies
And when the mind has put them on
The earth below it will despise;
It mounts the air sublunary
And far behind the clouds it leaves
It passes through the sphere of fire
Which from the ether heat receives,
Until it rises to the stars
With Phoebus there to join its ways
Or sail with cold and ancient Saturn
As soldier of his shining rays.
Wherever night is spangled bright
The orbit of a star it takes
And when the orbit's path is done
The outmost pole of heaven forsakes.
It treads beneath the speeding ether
Possessing now the holy light
For here the King of kings holds sway
The reins of all things holding tight
Unmoving moves the chariot fast
The lord of all things shining bright
If there the pathway brings you back
The path you lost and seek anew
Then - 'I remember' you will say
'My home, my source, my ending too'
And if you choose to seek again
The lightless earth which you have left
Dictators whom the people fear
Will outcasts seem of home bereft'