The Tales of the Stars

The stars of beauty, the stars of purity, Have whispered their wonderful tales to the flowers! The satiny petals have smiled as they heard, And trembled the emerald leaves 'mid their bowers. But infatuate flowers deep drunken of dew Repeated these tales to the light swaying breeze— Rebellious winds listening swift caught them up And sang them o'er earth, o'er the mountains and seas! Now, as the earth under Springtime's caresses: With her verdant tissue is covered once more, All my madly passionate soul overflows With dreams of the stars and their radiant lore! And throughout these days of my sorrow and toil, Through these nights of my loneliness, darkness and rain— Stars wondrous and radiant, I give back to you, Your ethereal fancies again!