A STREAMLET is a bright and beauteous creature br In some wide desert, where it keeps apart br Of each wayfarer’s heart: br The Star of Evening is a gracious feature, br Instinct as ’twere with all the love that eyes br Have looked through at the skies. br br And hence one emblems in its beauteous being br The memory of a Joy that in my heart br Flowed gratefully apart; br The other, to my spiritual seeing, br The perpetuity of Love’s white grace br Yet in some heavenly place.