Bliss Carman (Блисс Кармен)

The Heart of Night

When all the stars are sown 
Across the night-blue space, 
With the immense unknown, 
In silence face to face. 
We stand in speechless awe 
While Beauty marches by, 
And wonder at the Law 
Which wears such majesty. 
How small a thing is man 
In all that world-sown vast, 
That he should hope or plan 
Or dream his dream could last! 

O doubter of the light, 
Confused by fear and wrong, 
Lean on the heart of night 
And let love make thee strong! 

The Good that is the True 
Is clothed with Beauty still. 
Lo, in their tent of blue, 
The stars above the hill!

1. I Loved Thee, Atthis, in the Long Ago
2. The Tent of Noon
3. Triumphalis
4. A Creature Catechism
5. Threnody for a Poet

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