Still sing the Morning Stars remote
With echoes now unheard,
Save in the scintillating note
Of some dawn-wakened bird
Whose heart—a fountain in the light—
Prolongs the limpid strain
Till on the borderland of Night,
The Stars begin again.
(John Bannister Tabb)
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