The Dying Poet Lo! in this tranquil hour,
Before the final call,
I feel a sacred power,
In Nature’s mighty thrall.
Each star that sparkles right
Amid the velvet night,
Will bear my hopes away,
To realms of gold and day.
- Felicia Hemans
The Dying Poet Lo! in this tranquil hour,
Before the final call,
I feel a sacred power,
In Nature’s mighty thrall.
Each star that sparkles right
Amid the velvet night,
Will bear my hopes away,
To realms of gold and day.