23.07.2007, 11:10
Pale star whose light is dearer than all days,--
Whose beam I can approach but to eclipse,--
Whose glow I can but darken when your praise
In half-unconscious singing stirs my lips,--
Propitious do I deem the leagues of night
That sunder me from regions where you are.
Ere I would quench one glad ray of your light,
I would that you were still my unknown star.
When in the future days I draw not nigh
And mar no more calm skies where you are set,
Think not my night of memory has gone by;--
And, silent star, let not your heart forget.--
Let sometime, somewhere, one clear midnight be
When you revisit this dark troubled sea.
Whose beam I can approach but to eclipse,--
Whose glow I can but darken when your praise
In half-unconscious singing stirs my lips,--
Propitious do I deem the leagues of night
That sunder me from regions where you are.
Ere I would quench one glad ray of your light,
I would that you were still my unknown star.
When in the future days I draw not nigh
And mar no more calm skies where you are set,
Think not my night of memory has gone by;--
And, silent star, let not your heart forget.--
Let sometime, somewhere, one clear midnight be
When you revisit this dark troubled sea.