<Dl> <Dd> There daylight, as a dust, slips through the trees . </Dd> <Dd> And drifting, gilds the fern around his grave--</Dd> <Dd> Where even now, perhaps, the evening breeze </Dd> <Dd> Steals shyly past the tomb of him who gave </Dd> </Dl> <Dd> There daylight, as a dust, slips through the trees . </Dd> <Dd> And drifting, gilds the fern around his grave--</Dd> <Dd> Where even now, perhaps, the evening breeze </Dd>

I've seen into space shaken hands with the stars