How It Seems

Stars in the Midnight's blue abyss
So closely shine, they seem to kiss;
But, Darling, they are far apart;
They close not beating heart to heart;

And high in glory many a Star
Glows, lighting other worlds afar,
Whilst hiding in its breast the dearth
And darkness of a tireless hearth.

All happy to the listener seems
The singer, with his gracious gleams;
His music rings, his ardours glow
Divinely: ah, we know, we know!

For nil the beauty he sheds, we see
How bare his own poor life may be;
He gives Ambrosia, wanting bread;
.Makes balm for Hearts, with ache of head.

He finds the Laurel budding yet,
From Love transfigured and tear-wet;
They are his life-drops turned to Flowers.
That make so sweet this world of ours!