The Love of the Stars.

New Zealand Illustrated Magazine, Volume 1, Issue 5, 1 February 1900, Page 41

The Love of the Stars.

The sun went to sleep o'er the hill, The stars came to kiss him good-night, The winds and the waters grew still, To list to the footfall of night.

The sun thought nought of the sorrow That dimmed the bright gleam of their eyes, As the stars sadly whispered, " To-morrow, Oh ! surely the sun will arise ! "

So they watched thro' the night for the sun, With their love-glinting silvery light, Till the heavens grew ashen and dun, And they fled from the sky in affright.

They were timid with thought of their love, They were dumb at the sound of his tread,

And the men in the planets above Said, " Surely, the stars are all dead ! "

They hid where his rays could not roach, As in beauty and glory he passed ; But, at gloaming, each whispered to each, "We surely will kiss him at last ! "

So as days and their morrows wont by, They ran to the rim of the west, And their tears were like goms in the sky, Where they wept on the blue of its breast,

Thus they loved and they wept thro' the years, But Night treasured up each bright gem, And promised them joy for their tears, And the cross is her pledge unto them.

1). M. Ross.