I WAS born under a kind star In a green world withouten any any War; My eyes opened on quiet fields and hills, Orchards and gardens, cowslips, daffodils, Love for my rising-up and lying-down, Amid the beautiful pastures green and brown - The rose leaned through my window set ajar I was born under a kind star. In a green land without hunger and drouth, God gave a gift of singing to my mouth, A little song and quiet that was heard Through the full choir of many a golden bird; As a little brook in grasses running sweet, Full of refreshment for the noontide heat. Some came and drank of me from near and far I was born under a kind star. I was fed full with bliss past my desert. And when grief came was comfort for my hurt, I had long nights of sleep that had no ear For the struck hours, the shrilling Chanticleer. My days were busy and glad from day to dark, My heart leaped high and merry with the lark. I shall die young though many years are For I was born under a kind star. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LONDON SNOW by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES OVER THE HILL TO THE POOR-HOUSE by WILLIAM MCKENDREE CARLETON THE BOOK OF THE LETTER, SELECTION by ABRAHAM ABULAFIA THE THRESHER TO THE WINDS by JOACHIM DU BELLAY RELEASE by JUNE ELLIOTT CARLSON TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. NOT THE ACCEPTED TIME by EDWARD CARPENTER |