 | The Uncollected Poems of Henry Timrod |  |
STARS MAY HIDE THEIR GENTLE LIGHT
Stars may hide their gentle light
From the Wand'rers anxious sight,
But the clouds that intervene,
Glow with their reflected sheen,
Lending a soft lustre still
To the darken'd vale and hill.
From the Wand'rers anxious sight,
But the clouds that intervene,
Glow with their reflected sheen,
Lending a soft lustre still
To the darken'd vale and hill.
Far within mysterious woods,
By the leaf-o'ershadow'd floods,
Nestled in some favourite tree,
Mock birds pour their notes of glee
To the thoughtful Poet laid
By the rill adown the glade.
By the leaf-o'ershadow'd floods,
Nestled in some favourite tree,
Mock birds pour their notes of glee
To the thoughtful Poet laid
By the rill adown the glade.
Thus would I forever dwell
In some solitary cell,
While beyond my quiet hearth
Should my songs be heard on earth
Warbling hopes of peace to those
Who have sought, nor found repose
In some solitary cell,
While beyond my quiet hearth
Should my songs be heard on earth
Warbling hopes of peace to those
Who have sought, nor found repose
| The Uncollected Poems of Henry Timrod | |