UNKNOWN.
Reading edition
There’s a star a-light in the gloaming, A gleam in the skies above; There’s a flower at rest on her bosom,— On the heart of her I love. What says the star of the twilight? What is the song of the flower? A cloud has covered the star-beam; The blossom lived but an hour. Nay, ’tis the infinite heaven, The depth beyond, that speak; ’Tis the heart that throbs ’neath the blossom, Not the lip nor the fair white cheek. The voice of the heavens is tender, Its whisper is fond and low; But the voice of the heart that is throbbing— Its message I cannot know.
