Day's Black Star

Is it that small black star,

Twinkling in broad daylight,

Upon the bosom of

Yon cloud so white—

Is it that small black thing

Makes earth and all Heaven ring!

Sing, you black star; and soar

Until, alas! too soon

You fall to earth in one

Long singing swoon;

But you will rise again

To heaven, from this green plain.

Sing, sing, sweet star; though black,

Your company’s more bright

Than any star that shines

With a white light;

Sing, Skylark, sing; and give

To me thy joy to live.