Philip James Bailey

Corruption springs from light: 'tis one same power
Creates, preserves, destroys; matter whereon
It works, on e'er read more

Corruption springs from light: 'tis one same power
Creates, preserves, destroys; matter whereon
It works, on e'er self-transmutative form,
Common to now the living, now the dead.

The dew,
'Tis of the tears which stars weep, sweet with joy.

The dew,
'Tis of the tears which stars weep, sweet with joy.

Surely the stars are images of love.

Surely the stars are images of love.

I love night more than day--she is so lovely;
But I love night the most because she brings
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I love night more than day--she is so lovely;
But I love night the most because she brings
My love to me in dreams which scarcely lie.

The stars,
Which stand as thick as dewdrops on the fields
Of heaven.

The stars,
Which stand as thick as dewdrops on the fields
Of heaven.