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SPIRIT-WHISPERS.
(Spirit-whisper in the poet's ear — MORNING.)
Wake! poet, wake! — the morn has burst
Through gates of stars and dew,
And, winged by prayer since evening nursed,
Has fled to kiss the steeples first,
And now stoops low to you!
Oh poet of the loving eye
For you is drest this morning sky!
(Second whisper — NOON.)
Oh, poet of the pen enchanted!
A lady sits beneath a tree!
At last, the flood for which she panted —
The wild words for her anguish wanted,
Have gushed in song from thee!
Her dark curls sweep her knees to pray: —
“God bless the poet far away!”
(Third whisper — MIDNIGHT.)
King of the heart's deep mystries!
Your words have wings like lightning wove!
This hour, o'er hills and distant seas,
They fly like flower-seeds on the breeze,
And sow the world with love!
King of a realm without a throne,
Ruled by resistless tears alone!
Wake! poet, wake! — the morn has burst
Through gates of stars and dew,
And, winged by prayer since evening nursed,
Has fled to kiss the steeples first,
And now stoops low to you!
Oh poet of the loving eye
For you is drest this morning sky!
(Second whisper — NOON.)
Oh, poet of the pen enchanted!
A lady sits beneath a tree!
At last, the flood for which she panted —
The wild words for her anguish wanted,
Have gushed in song from thee!
Her dark curls sweep her knees to pray: —
“God bless the poet far away!”
(Third whisper — MIDNIGHT.)
King of the heart's deep mystries!
Your words have wings like lightning wove!
This hour, o'er hills and distant seas,
They fly like flower-seeds on the breeze,
And sow the world with love!
King of a realm without a throne,
Ruled by resistless tears alone!
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