Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, AUX ETOILES, by LEONA TRAIN RIENOW


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AUX ETOILES, by                    
First Line: One day I wrote a little song
Last Line: How little is the world of men!
Subject(s): Music & Musicians


One day I wrote a little song
And sang it as I passed along,
But no one heard -- the World of Men
Had other things to do, just then
To listen, so in blind dismay
I threw my trifling song away.

But the West Wind, whispering near,
Caught up my song and bore it clear
Through furtive shades and somber night
To some unfathomed, cloudy height,
And sang it softly through the trees
To misty moon, and mounting breeze,
Until it reached the trembling stars;
And in its lilting, magic bars
I heard all Nature's melodies
Of crooning winds and whispering trees,
And knew it, then, more glorious far,
Because my song had reached a star!
Had sung in Nature's symphony
Its plaintive, lilting melody.

It came to me, quite clearly, then;
How little is the World of Men!





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