And my thoughts leaped up at the dream-god’s fiat
And sang in my heart this golden chime:—
O rise thou my soul, look beyond thy dark prison,
The warder is shifting the mortal bars;
An infinite sun in the east has arisen,
There’s an infinite system beyond the stars.
SONG OF THE STARS.
I dreamed one night when the golden stars,
Like an eastern maid o’er her soft kanoon,