The stars of midnight share their light with you--
I look at them, so distant and so cold;
These gods of mem'ry in my heart renew
All things I love but never more can hold.
I think of you with them, when I am weak,
Beyond the sea whose harbor is the grave;
How you would know the tongues that they would speak,
In isles of light that wayward sailors save.
Before the stars in prayer, I often dream
That I am starlight shining in your eyes,
And guiding you across the pathless stream,
To Him whose realm is guarded by the skies.
My dreams are constellations of your thought,
Which newly once, in ancient words, you taught.
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