English poem
The Stars Are Mansions Built By Nature'S Hand
Composed 1820.--Published 1820
One of the "Miscellaneous Sonnets."--ED.
The stars are mansions built by Nature's hand, And, haply, there the spirits of the blest Dwell, clothed in radiance, their immortal vest; Huge Ocean shows, within his yellow strand, A habitation marvellously planned, For life to occupy in love and rest; All that we see--is dome, or vault, or nest, Or fortress, reared at Nature's sage command. Glad thought for every season! but the Spring Gave it while cares were weighing on my heart, 'Mid song of birds, and insects murmuring; And while the youthful year's prolific art-- Of bud, leaf, blade, and flower--was fashioning Abodes where self-disturbance hath no part.
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