Day has her star, as well as Night,
   One star is black, the other white.
I saw a white star burn and pant
   And swirl with such a wildness, once -
That I stood s till, and almost stared
   Myself into a trance!
The star of Day, both seen and heard
Is but a little, English bird;
The Lark, whose wings beat time to his
   Wild rapture, sings, high overhead;
When silence comes, we almost fear
   That Earth receives its dead.