John Hall Wheelock - Nirvana

Sleep on -- I lie at heaven's high oriels,
   Over the stars that murmur as they go
   Lighting your lattice-window far below;
And every star some of the glory spells
   Whereof I know.
I have forgotten you, long long ago;
   Like the sweet, silver singing of thin bells
Vanished, or music fading faint and low.
   Sleep on -- I lie at heaven's high oriels,
Who loved you so.

John Hall Wheelock

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