STARLIGHT MUSINGS.
65
Where roses bloom, and no dark serpent coils
Beneath their leaves; again she looks abroad
O'er nature, with a soul that leaps to blend
With every scene and sound of love; again
She hears the well-remembered tones that made
The music of her life, ere yet she knew
That Death was in the world; and oh, again
Tears; gentle tears, the chastened spirit's dew,
Are overflowing from a heart whose depths
She thought were turned to dust. And now one star,
One soft, bright star, beams on her eye and soul,
On which she used to gaze in ecstasy
With him, the idol of her heart, when they.
Sat hand in hand on glorious eves like this,
In deep and voiceless love, their souls too full
Of wild and beautiful and burning dreams
For human utterance. Ah, little dreamed
Their hearts, as on their favorite star they gazed,
That soon its beams would shine alone for her,
And that her eyes would strain through gushing tears
To search its glittering orb, and see if 'twere
His spirit's dwelling-place.
Beneath their leaves; again she looks abroad
O'er nature, with a soul that leaps to blend
With every scene and sound of love; again
She hears the well-remembered tones that made
The music of her life, ere yet she knew
That Death was in the world; and oh, again
Tears; gentle tears, the chastened spirit's dew,
Are overflowing from a heart whose depths
She thought were turned to dust. And now one star,
One soft, bright star, beams on her eye and soul,
On which she used to gaze in ecstasy
With him, the idol of her heart, when they.
Sat hand in hand on glorious eves like this,
In deep and voiceless love, their souls too full
Of wild and beautiful and burning dreams
For human utterance. Ah, little dreamed
Their hearts, as on their favorite star they gazed,
That soon its beams would shine alone for her,
And that her eyes would strain through gushing tears
To search its glittering orb, and see if 'twere
His spirit's dwelling-place.
