Night watch

"Hope," wrote the poet,"is the thing with feathers."*If so, it covers and comforts you, till,leaning on its wings, you flyup and above a forest of fearsto watchfrom a higher branch,perhaps to singfrom the very top of the tree;perhaps to singwith every sign of light—though the night star's glow is far—stillto watch

until divine Love's dawnbegins to fill the sky with day,and youwith song.

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