THE STARS.
Ye snow-white clouds, whose fleecy wings enfold
The stars, that light yon boundless breadth of blue,
Roll back your edges, tinged with deepest gold,
And softly let the peaceful wanderers through,
Till, one by one, they burst upon my eyes,
O'ertaking my young heart, with sudden sweet surprise.
The stars, that light yon boundless breadth of blue,
Roll back your edges, tinged with deepest gold,
And softly let the peaceful wanderers through,
Till, one by one, they burst upon my eyes,
O'ertaking my young heart, with sudden sweet surprise.
Celestial lights, lit by the power divine,
That bids you roll through yonder azure plain,
Ye startle thoughts within this heart of mine,
That I must breathe, or it will break in twain!
Companions of the twilight and the dew,
Smile on the Minstrel-Girl, who strings her harp anew.
That bids you roll through yonder azure plain,
Ye startle thoughts within this heart of mine,
That I must breathe, or it will break in twain!
Companions of the twilight and the dew,
Smile on the Minstrel-Girl, who strings her harp anew.
I am not one whose eagle-eye can reach
The mystic things, within your golden spheres,
Yet better thoughts than science e'er can teach
Are softly brimming my young eyes with tears;
For e'en the simplest heart at times may scan
What years can scarce unfold, or wisdom teach to man.
The mystic things, within your golden spheres,
Yet better thoughts than science e'er can teach
Are softly brimming my young eyes with tears;
For e'en the simplest heart at times may scan
What years can scarce unfold, or wisdom teach to man.
How oft, when but a child, in wildest glee,
I've climbed the summit of some breezy hill,
I've climbed the summit of some breezy hill,
