Poems (Taggart)/The Starry Worlds

by Cynthia Taggart

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.