Classic Poem

As if one only of the thrush's notes
Should linger, though the golden cadence die
In music faintly visible, there floats
A great star in the amber of the sky.

Star-glow and song — they melt from sound and sight;
The great infinity enfolds them round
In darkness yet more beautiful than light
And silence more harmonious than sound.

So may we pass, in wonder and afar,
When the slow curtains of the night are drawn.
To sleep beyond the star-dusk and the star —
To waking that is stranger than the dawn!