Silent stars gleam so cold,
Night wind moans, leafless trees rattle.
What life beyond this stream,
So sleeps the ice-clad dream below
So silent beats the pulse,
So shines thoughts of unquestioned eyes.
Life, why yet so helpless?
Loveliness, why seem so surprised
To laugh to leap again;
A love to which life's pulses fly;
And hopes now all of light,
Like lustres in the veil of eyes
Bold action has vision,
Courage sounds from the cold-bound depths;
Grant the age old wisdom,
Beauty could paint over the frost
Passion's heat, promise lies
In the final act, hidden pride
Thus might shape forever,
A lost soul, innocence abides
Breath of unanswered prayers;
Silent dream, grief, in vain or not;
Beyond woe, beyond all,
Pain, only you can still to rest
© Cowboy Coleridge
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