Classic Poem

A star—a star upon the sea,
A star so far so cold to me.
A star on snowy landscape bold,
A star more near, a star less cold.
What could it mean that star for me
That once I saw down by the sea?

What may it bode that star so bright,
That glimmers cross the crusty white?
I cannot tell: I only know,
It sweetly shines across the snow.

It may be but a passing gleam
Upon my life's sad-flowing stream;
It may be Destiny's own glow
That beckons me across the snow.

I do not know. I only feel
Its influence thro' my bosom steal,
And, as by magic, o'er me throw
A sense of Summer spite of snow.