Michaela's small brown hand caught mine And led me out into the night, Beyond the grove of fir and pine, Out where the house loomed tall and white. "Above our farm are all the stars; Our neighbors haven't one," she said. We looked for Alphard, Pollux, Mars Among the bright worlds overhead. We traced the glittering Pleiades, And Leo staring fiercely down. Michaela said: "I'll give you these To shine above your house in town." I bent to kiss her and to say: "The stars were made for all to see, Yet, just because they're far away,..." And then I paused. No, not by me Would she be told a truth to shake Convictions born of innocence. "Too soon," I thought, "she will remake Her little world. Experience Will wound her soul -- for good, for ill -- And all too soon we'll see the scars." So when I left her she was still In full possession of the stars. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR ONCE, THEN, SOMETHING by ROBERT FROST OF MY DEAR SON [GERVASE BEAUMONT] by JOHN BEAUMONT FRA LIPPO LIPPI by ROBERT BROWNING HIS CAVALIER by ROBERT HERRICK THE PHILOSOPHER TOAD by REBECCA S. REED NICHOLS LET NO CHARITABLE HOPE by ELINOR WYLIE |