When light wells up from her secret springs
And the stars are quenched in a purer fire,
From the blue of the heavens a blithe bird sings
Of the day's delight and the earth's desire.
Heart of my being, reply, reply!
So Love singeth
Out of the deep of a dawning sky,
A little moment is all he bringeth.
When silver rays into shadows swoon,
A bird sings out of the calm of night
To the wandering sail of the wasted moon
And the stars that jewel the skies with light.
Heart of my being, rejoice, rejoice!
Night hath given
To all thy yearnings one faultless voice,
A prayer to trouble the peace of heaven.