Of wearying dust and stone

Our feet would fare did each but care

To follow the way alone?

When we two slip at night to the skies

And find one star that we keep

As a trysting-place to which our eyes

May lead our souls ere sleep,

Should we not pause for a little space

And think how many must sigh

[Pg 59]

Because they gaze over starry ways

With no heart-comrade by?

When we two then lie down to our dreams

That deepen still the delight

Of our wandering where stars and streams

Stray in immortal light,

Should we not grieve with the myriads

From East of earth to West

Who lay them down at night but to drown

The longing for some loved breast?

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