Poems (Welby)/The Stars (Love ye the blossoms, whose rosy tints, blending)
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THE STARS.
Love ye the blossoms, whose rosy tints, blending,
Glow bright as the hues of our own sunny sky,
When their young buds unfolding, with fresh dew-drops bending,
Fling forth their rich breathings on each passer-by?
Glow bright as the hues of our own sunny sky,
When their young buds unfolding, with fresh dew-drops bending,
Fling forth their rich breathings on each passer-by?
Love ye the winds round our fragrant paths stealing,
The soft winds, that sigh through the long summer hours,
As they wake in the bosom, some long slumbered feeling,
Then nestle away to the hearts of the flowers?
The soft winds, that sigh through the long summer hours,
As they wake in the bosom, some long slumbered feeling,
Then nestle away to the hearts of the flowers?
Love ye those dreams, that so often steal o'er us,
When no sigh in the breast its tranquillity mars,
When visions of beauty dance gayly before us?
Yet love ye not better the stars, the bright stars?
When no sigh in the breast its tranquillity mars,
When visions of beauty dance gayly before us?
Yet love ye not better the stars, the bright stars?
Give, give me the orbs, that in brightness are beaming,
When twilight her soft silver drapery lowers;
For, when stars are shining, who, who would be dreaming,
Or listening to wild winds, or gazing on flowers!
When twilight her soft silver drapery lowers;
For, when stars are shining, who, who would be dreaming,
Or listening to wild winds, or gazing on flowers!
'T is not that the blossoms have failed to awaken
Within my young bosom sweet feelings of love,
That so oft by my glance their soft hues are forsaken
For those bright things, that glitter in radiance above.
Within my young bosom sweet feelings of love,
That so oft by my glance their soft hues are forsaken
For those bright things, that glitter in radiance above.
For I know that our hearts would be dreary without them,
Those sweet buds of hope 'mid the thorns of despair;
And may all the beauty and perfume about them
Still brighten the green earth and sweeten the air.
Those sweet buds of hope 'mid the thorns of despair;
And may all the beauty and perfume about them
Still brighten the green earth and sweeten the air.
Yet still I have thought, when misfortunes o'ertook us,
And those, we had cherished, have laughed at our doom,
That the flowers were emblems of those, who forsook us,
For they smile in the sunshine, but shrink from the gloom.
And those, we had cherished, have laughed at our doom,
That the flowers were emblems of those, who forsook us,
For they smile in the sunshine, but shrink from the gloom.
But the stars, the soft stars, when they glitter above us,
I gaze on their beams with a feeling divine,
For, as true friends in sorrow more tenderly love us,
The darker the hour the brighter they shine.
I gaze on their beams with a feeling divine,
For, as true friends in sorrow more tenderly love us,
The darker the hour the brighter they shine.
Give, give me the hour when the day-god reposing
Has sunk in the far west behind his gold bars,
For when shades gather round us and flowers are closing,
They burst forth in glory, the stars, the bright stars!
Has sunk in the far west behind his gold bars,
For when shades gather round us and flowers are closing,
They burst forth in glory, the stars, the bright stars!