A STREAMLET is a bright and beauteous creature <br />In some wide desert, where it keeps apart <br />Of each wayfarer’s heart: <br />The Star of Evening is a gracious feature, <br />Instinct as ’twere with all the love that eyes <br />Have looked through at the skies. <br /> <br />And hence one emblems in its beauteous being <br />The memory of a Joy that in my heart <br />Flowed gratefully apart; <br />The other, to my spiritual seeing, <br />The perpetuity of Love’s white grace <br />Yet in some heavenly place.<br /><br />Charles Harpur<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/emblems/
