Nirvana
1886-1978
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.
DayPoems Poem No. 1493
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/1493.html">Nirvana by John Hall Wheelock</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
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