The Poetry of Real Life | ||
A NIGHT-THOUGHT.
There shines a star in, like a loving eye,In at the window, solemn, still, and bright,
Gazing down on me from its azure height,
On me! an atom in infinity:
A little dust, the winds anon will dry
And scatter, while it shines on with calm light!
And yet it is a world, though to my sight
So little: yet the little am but I!
And yet, O God, there is a mighty chain,
Which links me with yon star, small though I be,
And which from world to world vibrates again,
However lightly touched, aye, e'en by me—
Aye, vibrates onward through the starry train,
And stops, and recommences still, with Thee!
The Poetry of Real Life | ||