The starry flower, the flowerlike stars that fade And brighten with the daylight and the dark, The bluet in the green I faintly mark, Or glimmering crags with laurel overlaid, Even to the Lord of light, the Lamp olf shade, Seem one to me, nor less divinely made Than the crowned moon or heaven's great hierarch. And so, dim grassy flower and night lit spark Still move me on and upward for the True, Seeking through change, growth, death, in new and old, The full in few, the statelier in the less, With patient pain; always remembering this: His Hand, who touched the sod with showers of gold, Stippled Orion on the midnight blue. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPIGRAM: HERO AND LEANDER by JOHN DONNE LIMERICK by OLIVER BROOK HERFORD TO THE NIGHTINGALE by JOHN MILTON PROSOPOPOIA, OR MOTHER HUBBERDS TALE by EDMUND SPENSER IMITATIONS OF SHAKESPEARE: PROGNE'S DREAM by JOHN ARMSTRONG |