When you mournfully rivet your tear-laden eyes, <br />That have seen the last sunset of hope pass away, <br />On some bright orb that seems, through the still, sapphire skies, <br />In beauty and splendour to roll on its way: <br />Oh, remember this earth, if beheld from afar, <br />Appears wrapt in a halo as soft, and as bright, <br />As the pure silver radiance enshrining you star, <br />Where your spirit is eagerly soaring to-night. <br />And at this very midnight, perhaps, some poor heart <br />That is aching, or breaking, in that distant sphere; <br />Gazes down on this dark world, and longs to depart <br />From its own dismal home, to a happier one here.<br /><br />Frances Anne Kemble<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-150/
