SONG OF THE STARS.
I dreamed one night when the golden stars,
Like an eastern maid o’er her soft kanoon,
Leaned out of their skyey bowers above
And sang in sweet measures an olden tune.
I dreamed the sweetest of dreams that night;—
And the portals of heaven seemed opening wide
As the music grew sweeter and nearer each note
And rose and fell like the swell of the tide.
Ah the beautiful, beautiful stars of that night,
And the beautiful music they left in my heart
Shall brighten and brighten forever and aye
And never forever my soul shall depart.
At the soft dream-touch of the finger-tips
On the harps of air by the heavenly throng,
The deep silence merged into soft music-waves,
And I heard in my heart this beautiful song:—
Dream, dream,
Youth and maiden,
Beam, beam,
Stars love-laden.—
We are the beautiful portals of love,
Beautiful, beautiful portals above
Whence all the glories of heaven shine:
Turn your eyes, turn, turn, turn your eyes,
Turn them to the happy skies
And drink with them sweet love divine.
Dream, dream,
Youth and maiden,
Beam, beam,
Stars love-laden.—
Youth, in the depths of thy soul do thou pray,
Pray for thy guidance in Love’s lighted way,
Kneeling at radiant Love’s holy shrine:
Turn thine eyes, turn, turn, turn thine eyes,
Turn them to the happy skies
And drink with them sweet love divine.
Dream, dream,
Youth and maiden,
Beam, beam,
Stars love-laden.—
Maiden, still not the sweet throbs of thy heart,—
Throbs his caresses and words sweetly start,—
When he is hoping and longing for thine:
Turn thine eyes, turn, turn, turn thine eyes,
Turn them to the happy skies
And drink with them sweet love divine.
Dream, dream,
Youth and maiden,
Beam, beam,
Stars love-laden.—
Youth, seek the heart of the one at thy side
And into thy sky shall a bright vision glide,—
A star that shall ever for thee alone shine:
Turn thine eyes, turn, turn, turn thine eyes,
Turn them to the happy skies
And drink with them sweet love divine.
I woke from the dream at the tide of the morn,
And beheld the sweet vision that filled my dreams.—
That vision, My Star, thro’ a long, happy life
Is guiding my steps with its golden beams.
No longer, no longer a vision or dream,
I clasp My Sweet Love to my heart all my own;—
But still I can hear the sweet music that fell
From the stars that night on our hearts alone.