Shooting Stars

 {FOR MY LITTLE CHILD ONLY.} 
 
 ("Tas de feux tombants.") 
 
 {Bk. III. vii.} 


 See the scintillating shower! 
 Like a burst from golden mine— 
 Incandescent coals that pour 
 From the incense-bowl divine, 
 And around us dewdrops, shaken, 
 Mirror each a twinkling ray 
 'Twixt the flowers that awaken 
 In this glory great as day. 
 Mists and fogs all vanish fleetly; 
 And the birds begin to sing, 
 Whilst the rain is murm'ring sweetly 
 As if angels echoing. 
 And, methinks, to show she's grateful 
 For this seed from heaven come, 
 Earth is holding up a plateful 
 Of the birds and buds a-bloom! 


 

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