 | Poems and Dramas by "Fiona MacLeod" (William Sharp) |  |
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WHITE STAR OF TIME
Each love-thought in thy mind doth rise
As some white cloud at even,
Till in sweet dews it falls on me
Athirst for thee, my Heaven!
As some white cloud at even,
Till in sweet dews it falls on me
Athirst for thee, my Heaven!
My Heaven, my Heaven, thou art so far!
Stoop, since I cannot climb:
I would this wandering fire were lost
In thee, white Star of Time!
Stoop, since I cannot climb:
I would this wandering fire were lost
In thee, white Star of Time!
| Poems and Dramas by "Fiona MacLeod" (William Sharp) | |