Most lone and loveliest star, in glimmering spheres Of twilight hung, as tho' the lids of night, In one liquescent utterance large as light, Let fall the delicate silver of her tears; Monotonous music mute to mortal ears, Vibrant as birds that cry across the bright Silence and thro' the distance tense and white, Where loud as life the incessant dawn appears. Thou art, O star, how like a conscious soul Leaving the shadowy shores of life to blend Deep in the lustre of its native sea! Or like, in heaven, the pure and liquid toll Of one unechoing bell to mark the end Of God's rule and man's infidelity! |