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THE STARS.

A Soliloquy in Bed.

Stars! Stars!—now I remember what they were:
The beauteous daisies of the heavenly plain,—
So like the jewels in Aurora's hair,
Far brighter, far than these sad drops of pain.
Alas! my memory begins to fade,
And years have gone since moon and stars I saw,—
Why does not all the mind own the same law?
The pictures of my youth are undecay'd;
The stars and eyes of friends are all no more!—
Pshaw, I but dream, friends will be by and by;
For, when I rise, the day will soon restore
The cheerful sunbeam of the friendly eye.
Ah, never more shall I unaided rise,
Till the last trumpet startles from the skies.
1837.