Nocturn.
135
And through the East, where the dawn delays,
Seaward the wild duck flies.
Noon comes with brazen glare,
Stifling earth's song with splendor,
To drink the mists from the glittering air,
And dew from the blossoms tender.
Seaward the wild duck flies.
Noon comes with brazen glare,
Stifling earth's song with splendor,
To drink the mists from the glittering air,
And dew from the blossoms tender.
But when the night comes on,
With cool and quiet sighs,
To shed fond thoughts on the soul alone,
And rest in the tear-stained eyes,—
I lie beneath the stars,
And life from their light is given,
Till my dreams escape from mortal wars,
And sleep on the shore of heaven.
With cool and quiet sighs,
To shed fond thoughts on the soul alone,
And rest in the tear-stained eyes,—
I lie beneath the stars,
And life from their light is given,
Till my dreams escape from mortal wars,
And sleep on the shore of heaven.
