Still sing the morning stars remote With echoes now unheard Save in the scintillating note Of some dawn-wakened bird Whose heart, a fountain of the light, Prolongs the limpid strain Till on the borderland of night The stars begin again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PILGRIM [SONG], FR. THE PILGRIM'S PROGRESS by JOHN BUNYAN THE COCK AND THE FOX, OR THE TALE OF THE NUN'S PRIEST by GEOFFREY CHAUCER THE INVITATION by GEORGE HERBERT HOME THOUGHTS FROM EUROPE by HENRY VAN DYKE WHEN by SARAH CHAUNCEY WOOLSEY |