A STREAMLET is a bright and beauteous creature
In some wide desert, where it keeps apart
Of each wayfarers heart:
The Star of Evening is a gracious feature,
Instinct as twere with all the love that eyes
Have looked through at the skies.
And hence one emblems in its beauteous being
The memory of a Joy that in my heart
Flowed gratefully apart;
The other, to my spiritual seeing,
The perpetuity of Loves white grace
Yet in some heavenly place.
