Poems (Taggart)/The Starry Worlds
THE STARRY WORLDS.
Softly and sad the night wind blows, In melancholy tone;And through the darkling branches sounds An unremitted moan.
And deep the blue wave, swelling heaves,— Its mournful murmurs tell;Mysterious sadness they inspire Where sombre sorrows dwell.
But far from hence the glittering stars Proclaim a region fair;Nor sorrow's breath, nor darkness' shade, Shall have dominion there.
But gloom befits this nether world, Where mournful visions rise;While joy, resplendent from on high, Glows o'er the peaceful skies.