Philip James Bailey ( 7 of 77 )
The dew,
'Tis of the tears which stars weep, sweet with joy.
The dew,
'Tis of the tears which stars weep, sweet with joy.
Dewdrops, Nature's tears, which she
Sheds in her own breast for the fair which die.
The sun read more
Dewdrops, Nature's tears, which she
Sheds in her own breast for the fair which die.
The sun insists on gladness; but at night,
When he is gone, poor Nature loves to weep.
Surely the stars are images of love.
Surely the stars are images of love.
The death-bed of a day, how beautiful!
The death-bed of a day, how beautiful!
For as nightingales do upon glow-worms feed,
So poets live upon the living light.
For as nightingales do upon glow-worms feed,
So poets live upon the living light.
The stars,
Which stand as thick as dewdrops on the fields
Of heaven.
The stars,
Which stand as thick as dewdrops on the fields
Of heaven.
Write to the mind and heart, and let the ear
Glean after what it can.
Write to the mind and heart, and let the ear
Glean after what it can.
