A DARK MONTH.
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XXVI.
Must I be comforted, not in his sphere.'
Stars in heaven are many,
Suns in heaven but one:
Nor for man may any
Star supplant the sun.
Many a child as joyous
As our far-off king
Meets as though to annoy us
In the paths of spring.
Sure as spring gives warning,
All things dance in tune:
Sun on Easter morning,
Cloud and windy moon,
Stars between the tossing
Boughs of tuneful trees.
Sails of ships recrossing
Leagues of dancing seas;