'TWIXT DARK AND DAWN
The stars, like blazing coals
In the black grate of Night,
Invite sad, lonely souls
Unto their warmth and light.
While gazing on the stars
Imagination has
Full play, and nothing mars
The shapes there pictured, as
The flame which emanates
Therefrom, doth seem to frame
Faces of spirit-mates,
Forevermore the same,—
E'en when the star-fire's flash
Less, and still lesser glows,
And dies beneath the ash
Which Dawn upon it throws.
In the black grate of Night,
Invite sad, lonely souls
Unto their warmth and light.
While gazing on the stars
Imagination has
Full play, and nothing mars
The shapes there pictured, as
The flame which emanates
Therefrom, doth seem to frame
Faces of spirit-mates,
Forevermore the same,—
E'en when the star-fire's flash
Less, and still lesser glows,
And dies beneath the ash
Which Dawn upon it throws.
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