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And the deep flow of far-off rivers,
And the loud rush of many floods;
All these, and more, stir in my bosom
Feelings that make my spirit glad,
Like dew-drops shaken in a blossom;
And, yet there is a something sad
Mixed with those thoughts, like clouds, that hover
Above us in the quiet air,
Veiling the moon's pale beauty over,
Like a dark spirit brooding there.
And the loud rush of many floods;
All these, and more, stir in my bosom
Feelings that make my spirit glad,
Like dew-drops shaken in a blossom;
And, yet there is a something sad
Mixed with those thoughts, like clouds, that hover
Above us in the quiet air,
Veiling the moon's pale beauty over,
Like a dark spirit brooding there.
But, Sisters! those wild thoughts were never
Yours! ye would not love, like me,
To gaze upon the stars for ever,
To hear the wind's wild melody.
Ye 'd rather look on smiling faces,
And linger round a cheerful hearth,
Than mark the stars' bright hiding-places
As they peep out upon the earth.
But, Sisters! as the stars of even
Shrink from day's golden flashing eye.
And, melting in the depths of heaven,
Veil their soft beams within the sky;
So shall we pass, the joyous-hearted,
The fond, the young, like stars that wane,
Till every link of earth be parted,
To form in heaven one mystic chain.
Yours! ye would not love, like me,
To gaze upon the stars for ever,
To hear the wind's wild melody.
Ye 'd rather look on smiling faces,
And linger round a cheerful hearth,
Than mark the stars' bright hiding-places
As they peep out upon the earth.
But, Sisters! as the stars of even
Shrink from day's golden flashing eye.
And, melting in the depths of heaven,
Veil their soft beams within the sky;
So shall we pass, the joyous-hearted,
The fond, the young, like stars that wane,
Till every link of earth be parted,
To form in heaven one mystic chain.
