I clamored for a star That shone above the rest More beautiful than all: The brightest, loveliest. I was not tall enough I knew, to reach so high, Still, futilely I flung My arms up to the sky. I wanted it so much! Yet what was I to do? It would not stoop to me Nor could I climb, it's true. And though I pondered long, I found no plan, no scheme To bridge the space that lay Between me and my dream. Despairingly I vowed I'd have none else and laid My head upon my hands:— Lord, let me grow! I prayed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BALLAD OF WILLIAM SYCAMORE (1790-1880) by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET HOHENLINDEN by THOMAS CAMPBELL THE FLITCH OF BACON: MY OLD COMPLAINT (ITS CAUSE AND CURE) by WILLIAM HARRISON AINSWORTH WHY TELL? by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB VALEDICTORY STANZAS TO JOHN P. KEMBLE, ESQ.; FOR A PUBLIC MEETING by THOMAS CAMPBELL |