To G. H.
Thou most rare Brown Bird on thine Eden-tree,
All heaven-sweet to me
Cometh thy song of Love's high royalty
And Love's deep loyalty,
And Love's sweet-pleading loneliness in thee.
Our one-star yonder uttereth her light,
Her silver call to Night,
Who, wavering between the Dark and Bright,
On-cometh with timid flight,
As one that could not choose 'twixt wrong and right!
O, never was a night so dark as I!
But thou has sent a sigh
Of love, as a star would send a beam, to fly
Downward from out the sky
And light a heart that's dark enough to die.
And so, O mine exquisite Silver-Beam,
Let me forever dream
That I am Night and thou a Star, whose stream
Of light like love shall seem, —
Whose love-light thro' my dark shall ever gleam!
All heaven-sweet to me
Cometh thy song of Love's high royalty
And Love's deep loyalty,
And Love's sweet-pleading loneliness in thee.
Our one-star yonder uttereth her light,
Her silver call to Night,
Who, wavering between the Dark and Bright,
On-cometh with timid flight,
As one that could not choose 'twixt wrong and right!
O, never was a night so dark as I!
But thou has sent a sigh
Of love, as a star would send a beam, to fly
Downward from out the sky
And light a heart that's dark enough to die.
And so, O mine exquisite Silver-Beam,
Let me forever dream
That I am Night and thou a Star, whose stream
Of light like love shall seem, —
Whose love-light thro' my dark shall ever gleam!
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