Star! Star, why dost thou shine Each night upon my brow? Why dost thou make me dream the dreams That I am dreaming now? Star! Star, thy home is high -- I am of humble birth; Thy feet walk shining o'er the sky, Mine, only on the earth. Star! Star, why make me dream? My dreams are all untrue; And why is sorrow dark for me And heaven bright for you? Star! Star, oh, hide thy ray, And take it off my face; Within my lowly home I stay, Thou, in thy lofty place. Star! Star, and still I dream, Along thy light afar I seem to soar until I seem To be, like you, a star. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SYMPHONIC STUDIES (AFTER ROBERT SCHUMANN) by EMMA LAZARUS TWO SONNETS: 1 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE WILLING MISTRESS by APHRA BEHN THE BANKS O' DOON by ROBERT BURNS PIED BEAUTY by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS AT A SOLEMN MUSIC by JOHN MILTON |