See, the pretty Planet! Floating sphere! Faintest breeze will fan it Far or near. World as light as feather; Moonshine rays, Rainbow tints together, As it plays; Drooping, sinking, failing, Nigh to earth, Mounting, whirling, sailing, Full of mirth; Life there, welling, flowing, Waving round; Pictures coming, going, Without sound. Quick now, be this airy Globe repell'd! Never can the fairy Star be held. Touch'd -- it in a twinkle Disappears! Leaving but a sprinkle, As of tears. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GROWTH by MILDRED TELFORD BARNWELL THE REAR GUARD by IRENE FOWLER BROWN THE EMPTY CUP by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN WHIGS AND TORIES by WILLIAM BROWNE (1692-1774) A PRELUDE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON WHEN MARY GOES WALKING by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS |