The Meteor
A FLASH —a gleam—a line of light
Drawn through the lonely sky,
A glow of life—a hurrying flight—
The meteor hath gone by
Unmoved, in silence, broods the night
Save that the soft winds sigh.
No sign—no trace—the veiled intent
No whispering voice reveals,
To what far goal that flight was bent
The trackless heaven conceals.
But to the conscious pondering heart
That blaze speaks from afar,
Thought gently leads the soul apart
Communing of that star:
Thus flies vain life's deceiving art
By which we dream we are.
Drawn through the lonely sky,
A glow of life—a hurrying flight—
The meteor hath gone by
Unmoved, in silence, broods the night
Save that the soft winds sigh.
No sign—no trace—the veiled intent
No whispering voice reveals,
To what far goal that flight was bent
The trackless heaven conceals.
But to the conscious pondering heart
That blaze speaks from afar,
Thought gently leads the soul apart
Communing of that star:
Thus flies vain life's deceiving art
By which we dream we are.
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