A Song Of Eternity In Time

Once, at night, in the manor wood

  My Love and I long silent stood,

  Amazed that any heavens could

Decree to part us, bitterly repining.

  My Love, in aimless love and grief,

  Reached forth and drew aside a leaf

  That just above us played the thief

And stole our starlight that for us was shining.

  A star that had remarked her pain

  Shone straightway down that leafy lane,

  And wrought his image, mirror-plain,

Within a tear that on her lash hung gleaming.

  "Thus Time," I cried, "is but a tear

  Some one hath wept 'twixt hope and fear,

  Yet in his little lucent sphere

Our star of stars, Eternity, is beaming."