On Ponkawtasset, since, we took our way, Down this still stream to far Billericay, A poet wise has settled, whose fine ray Doth often shine on Concord's twilight day. Like those first stars, whose silver beams on high, Shining more brightly as the day goes by, Most travellers cannot at first descry, But eyes that wont to range the evening sky, And know celestial lights, do plainly see, And gladly hail them, numbering two or three; For lore that's deep must deeply studied be, As from deep wells men read star-poetry. These stars are never paled, though out of sight, But like the sun they shine forever bright; Ay, they are suns, though earth must in its flight Put out its eyes that it may see their light. Who would neglect the least celestial sound, Or faintest light that falls on earthly ground, If he could know it one day would be found And pale our sun with heavenly radiance round? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HE FELL AMONG THIEVES by HENRY JOHN NEWBOLT THE POOR FARMER'S OFFERING by APOLLONIDES SONNET (3) by JOACHIM DU BELLAY EPISTLE TO ROBERT GRAHAM OF FINTRY, REQUESTING A FAVOR by ROBERT BURNS IMMORTAL by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 15 by THOMAS CAMPION TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. IN AN OLD QUARRY by EDWARD CARPENTER TWO SONGS AFTER HEARING THE WAGNER STORY-BOOK: 2 by HILDA CONKLING |