When light wells up from her secret springs And the stars are quenched in a purer fire, From the blue of the heavens a blithe bird sings Of the day's delight and the earth's desire. Heart of my being, reply, reply! So Love singeth Out of the deep of a dawning sky, A little moment is all he bringeth. When silver rays into shadows swoon, A bird sings out of the calm of night To the wandering sail of the wasted moon And the stars that jewel the skies with light. Heart of my being, rejoice, rejoice! Night hath given To all thy yearnings one faultless voice, A prayer to trouble the peace of heaven.
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