STILL do the stars impart their light To those that travel in the night; Still time runs on, nor doth the hand Or shadow on the dial stand; The streams still glide and constant are: Only thy mind Untrue I find, Which carelessly Neglects to be Like stream or shadow, hand or star. Fool that I am! I do recall My words, and swear thou'rt like them all, Thou seem'st like stars to nourish fire, But O how cold is thy desire! And like the hand upon the brass Thou point'st at me In mockery; If I come nigh Shade-like thou'lt fly, And as the stream with murmur pass. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HYBRIDS OF WAR: A MORALITY POEM: 4. THE MORAL by KAREN SWENSON THE FALCONER OF GOD by WILLIAM ROSE BENET A CHRISTMAS HYMN (OLD STYLE: 1837) by ALFRED DOMETT JIM BLUDSO [OF THE PRAIRIE BELLE] by JOHN MILTON HAY THE PILGRIM FATHERS by JOHN PIERPONT |