Richard Forest's Midsummer Night.
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I have heard that the smallest star
Is a much more mighty sphere,
Than the regnant moon in her silver car
That we love and worship here;
But behold, the star it is faint and far,
While our moon is bright and near.
Is a much more mighty sphere,
Than the regnant moon in her silver car
That we love and worship here;
But behold, the star it is faint and far,
While our moon is bright and near.
Let the star in its distant skies
Burn glorious and great,
A sun of life to the far-off eyes
In the planets that swell its state;
But it sways not the tides of our seas as it rides,
Nor the tides of our human fate.
Burn glorious and great,
A sun of life to the far-off eyes
In the planets that swell its state;
But it sways not the tides of our seas as it rides,
Nor the tides of our human fate.
So, there on the shining sand,
And there on the long curved pier,
Fair ladies circle fulgent and grand,
Each in her proper sphere;
But the sun so far is a little star,
While my Love is near and dear:
And there on the long curved pier,
Fair ladies circle fulgent and grand,
Each in her proper sphere;
But the sun so far is a little star,
While my Love is near and dear:
Is near and dear and bright,
The Queen of my Heavens above,
The pure sweet light of my darkest night,
My Lotus, my Lily, my Dove;
And my pulses flow and thrill and glow
In the sway of Her splendid love.
The Queen of my Heavens above,
The pure sweet light of my darkest night,
My Lotus, my Lily, my Dove;
And my pulses flow and thrill and glow
In the sway of Her splendid love.
