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THE SAME STARS.
A far from thee my spirit faintsBeneath the streaked and chequered dawn,
When twilight first with saffron paints
Long mountain-slope and river-lawn,
Till from some deep and ruby rift
The spirit-throngs of morning crowd,
And down one flood of glory drift
Day's pilot-barques of kindled cloud:
And ambient mists on nimble plumes
Come forth in gold and amber dyes,
As each the unrisen sun illumes
Brighter than birds of Paradise.
But when swart evening starry-eyed
Has gemmed with tears the lashes dark
Of wintry fern in clefts that hide
Where none their faded bloom may mark,
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Whose seraph hosts at morn disperse,
Once more unite their solemn choirs
While night reveals the Universe:
Then seems my soul no more alone,
But cries, “Where'er my path may be
On hills her feet have never known,
The same stars look on her and me.”
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