My Lyrical Life Poems Old and New. By Gerald Massey |
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 | My Lyrical Life |  |
HOW IT SEEMS.
Stars in the Midnight's blue abyss
So closely shine, they seem to kiss;
But, Darling, they are far apart;
They close not beating heart to heart:
So closely shine, they seem to kiss;
But, Darling, they are far apart;
They close not beating heart to heart:
And high in glory many a Star
Glows, lighting other worlds afar,
Whilst hiding in its breast the dearth
And darkness of a fireless hearth.
Glows, lighting other worlds afar,
Whilst hiding in its breast the dearth
And darkness of a fireless hearth.
All happy to the listener seems
The singer, with his gracious gleams;
His music rings, his ardours glow
Divinely: ah, we know, we know!
The singer, with his gracious gleams;
His music rings, his ardours glow
Divinely: ah, we know, we know!
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For all the beauty he sheds, we see
How bare his own poor life may be;
He gives Ambrosia, wanting bread;
Makes balm for Hearts, with ache of head.
How bare his own poor life may be;
He gives Ambrosia, wanting bread;
Makes balm for Hearts, with ache of head.
He finds the Laurel budding yet,
From Love transfigured and tear-wet;
They are his life-drops turned to Flowers,
That make so sweet this world of ours!
From Love transfigured and tear-wet;
They are his life-drops turned to Flowers,
That make so sweet this world of ours!
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