Star Song
O sailing stars!
Through pearly bars
Of fleecy cloudlets fair,
With liquid gleam,
Ye drift,—a dream
Of beauty in the air.
Ye sailing stars!
Bright silver cars,
Moving with rhythmic pace,
Can spirits rare
Float through the air,
With more majestic grace?
O stars so calm!
Were life a psalm
Attuned to harmony,
On wings of light,
To some blest height
As calm, our souls would flee.
Through pearly bars
Of fleecy cloudlets fair,
With liquid gleam,
Ye drift,—a dream
Of beauty in the air.
Ye sailing stars!
Bright silver cars,
Moving with rhythmic pace,
Can spirits rare
Float through the air,
With more majestic grace?
O stars so calm!
Were life a psalm
Attuned to harmony,
On wings of light,
To some blest height
As calm, our souls would flee.
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