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THE STARS.
Silent companions of the blinded earth,
Day's recollection, enemies of time,—
How like an angel troop with folded hopes
Ye stand, each separate in the azure.
Hear! 'Tis the rushing of the midnight wind,
Falling with his resistless scimitar
Upon the mournful memories of the wood:
Whirling before it to the South they flee,
In sad confusion, to the sheltering South.
The yellow grass moans in the chilling air,
Each living thing runs to its in-door home;
But ye, clear stars, look with untrembling eyes
On the fierce blast, far in your upper sphere.
Day's recollection, enemies of time,—
How like an angel troop with folded hopes
Ye stand, each separate in the azure.
Hear! 'Tis the rushing of the midnight wind,
Falling with his resistless scimitar
Upon the mournful memories of the wood:
Whirling before it to the South they flee,
In sad confusion, to the sheltering South.
The yellow grass moans in the chilling air,
Each living thing runs to its in-door home;
But ye, clear stars, look with untrembling eyes
On the fierce blast, far in your upper sphere.
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Where the wild battle rages, and the streams
Run crimson to the sea, and frightened death
Falls shuddering at the slaughter, pressing hard
His icy palms upon his saddened eyes,
Your soft and dewy light floats gently o'er
Sweet as a mother's thoughts by sleeping babe.
Run crimson to the sea, and frightened death
Falls shuddering at the slaughter, pressing hard
His icy palms upon his saddened eyes,
Your soft and dewy light floats gently o'er
Sweet as a mother's thoughts by sleeping babe.
In your deep light I look and see the abode
Of greater spirits than our life sends forth
To wander in the paths of the green earth.
I see a wisdom which this noisy day,
That jars our phantom forms with rude uproar,
Shall never emulate. Unsleeping Stars!
Who can distrust the love that reigns the world,
Or think, though unheard, that your sphere is dumb.
Of greater spirits than our life sends forth
To wander in the paths of the green earth.
I see a wisdom which this noisy day,
That jars our phantom forms with rude uproar,
Shall never emulate. Unsleeping Stars!
Who can distrust the love that reigns the world,
Or think, though unheard, that your sphere is dumb.
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