Is it that small black star, Twinkling in broad daylight, Upon the bosom of Yon cloud so white -- Is it that small black thing Makes earth and all Heaven ring! Sing, you black star; and soar Until, alas! too soon You fall to earth in one Long singing swoon; But you will rise again To heaven, from this green plain. Sing, sing, sweet star; though black, Your company's more bright Than any star that shines With a white light; Sing, Skylark, sing; and give To me thy joy to live. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A FRIEND I CAN'T FIND by JAMES GALVIN ON THE BIRTH OF A CHILD by LOUIS UNTERMEYER HAPPY WIND by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES HOMAGE TO THE BRITISH MUSEUM by WILLIAM EMPSON GOLIATH AND DAVID by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES |