Source Of Singing

A bruised heart, A wounded soul,

A broken lute, That is all!

A sad evening, And a lone star,

Then song reddens-- Sets life's forest afire!

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With purple shadows the mist measures the infinite sea That spreads her wave-raiment in lavender, violet, gray, and green; While with thin silver rays a lone star seeks to sound the deeps.

The breeze-wings tire of flight; The mist-threads weave a rose-fringed dusky drapery To cover the bare breasts of the dunes from the moon's langour-heavy eyes.

The shadows die in purple silence; Fades the one star from the sky, As the dark mist puts out the rose-red moon from its deep.

Pale gleams the lighthouse light; No warring waves break the peace of sleep tonight Nor a hungry wind shrieks in pain from the lea.

Under her heavy veil of black A languid sea sluggishly flows To some far land of forsaken dreams.

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