Sarah Helen Whitman

“ Cool as a star dropt from the night's azure dome,
To light the early morning, that doth break
More softly beautiful for thy sweet sake.
Thy fleeting glory to my fancy seems
Like the strange flowers we gather in our dreams ”

“ Again, again, those sounds I hear;
But oh, how desolate and drear
They seem to-night; how like a knell
The music of that evening bell.
Again the new moon in the west,
Scarce seen upon yon golden sky,
Hangs o'er the mountain's purple crest
With one, pale planet trembling nigh;
And beautiful her pearly light
As when we blessed its beams last night;
But thou art on the far blue sea,
And I can only think on thee.
This work was published before January 1, 1928, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”