Beam from yonder star
F. Bullard
Beam from yonder star,
Through the silent spaces
Falling from afar,
Touching earth's pale faces,
Wrap with silver light
Her, who softly sleeping
Lies beneath thy sight,
I her vigil keeping.
Gently, gently rest
On her eyelids tender.
Touch her brow and breast
With thy magic splendor
Blissful, favor'd beam,
Round her sweet lips hover.
Only bid them dream
Of her absent lover.