An Improvisation

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Title:     An Improvisation
Author: George MacDonald [More Titles by MacDonald]

The stars cleave the sky.
Yet for us they rest,
And their race-course high
Is a shining nest!

The hours hurry on.
But where is thy flight,
Soft pavilion
Of motionless night?

Earth gives up her trees
To the holy air;
They live in the breeze;
They are saints at prayer!

Summer night, come from God,
On your beauty, I see,
A still wave has flowed
Of eternity!

[The end]
George MacDonald's poem: Improvisation

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