Till the wild bee hummeth,
And the warm spring cometh,
When she dies in a dream of rain!
—Adelaide Proctor.
THE CALLING OF THE STARS.
God's presence through the twilight stillness glides,
To spirits vocal—silent to the ear;
He calls by name each fair star where it hides,
And each star brightens, as it answers 'Here!'
Though we too call the stars, they answer not,