“When stars are in the quiet skies”

When stars are in the quiet skies,   Then most I pine for thee; Bend on me then thy tender eyes,   As stars look on the sea! For thoughts, like waves that glide by night,   Are stillest when they shine; Mine earthly love lies hushed in light   Beneath the heaven of thine. There is an hour when angels keep   Familiar watch o’er men, When coarser souls are wrapped in sleep—   Sweet spirit, meet me then! There is an hour when holy dreams   Through slumber fairest glide; And in that mystic hour it seems   Thou shouldst be by my side. My thoughts of thee too sacred are   For daylight’s common beam: I can but know thee as my star,   My angel and my dream; When stars are in the quiet skies,   Then most I pine for thee; Bend on me then thy tender eyes,   As stars look on the sea!