The dreamy stars
ah! the dreamy stars
what be their plight
to-night!
so low they burn
so low
their fires chastened
by dark thoughts fear
dread and more:
for dark thoughts fear
dread and more
cloud and disenhearten
even
triumphant Dawn
avoids them on her way
battles them then
with all her guns
sweeping them away
at last a little.
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