The Faint Stars Wake And Wonder, Fade And Find Heart Anew; Above Us And Far Under Sphereth The Watchful Blue. Silent She Sits, Outbending, A Wild Pathetic Grace, A Beauty Strange, Heart-Rending, Upon Her Hair And Face. O Spirit Cries That Sever The Cricket'S Level Drone! O To Give O'Er Endeavor And Let Love Have Its Own! Within The Mirrored Bushes There Wakes A Little Stir; The White-Throat Moves, And Hushes Her Nestlings Under Her. Beneath, The Lustrous River, The Watchful Sky O'Erhead. God, God, That Thou Should'St Ever Poison Thy Children'S Bread!