The Star

Star , O star, hast thou a story
Thy silver beams write
On the page of the night
Of million-yeared labor, and cycle-old glory?

Star, O star, in thy beams are united
The flash and the flame,
From worlds without name,
Of passionate joys and loves unrequited.

Star, O star, when the deep night darkens,
I watch thee glow,
And somehow I know
Thy heart in a song my rapt soul hearkens.
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