With life before us in the way, We march against the sky to quest The star so hungered for a clay, Then weary back to earth for rest. With life too quickly come to close, And sky ungathered to our crown, We dig a bed for last repose And find the sought star six feet down. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE THREE FISHERS by CHARLES KINGSLEY TO JOHN DRYDEN, ESQ.; POET LAUREATE AND HISTOGRAPHER ROYAL by PHILIP AYRES PETITION OF A SCHOOLBOY TO HIS FATHER by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD TWELVE SONNETS: 9. WEARINESS by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) A CHARACTER by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES |