Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, STARS, by FRANK WILMOT


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First Line: Dusk falls and smothers sound and sense
Last Line: From its quiet bush a rose.
Alternate Author Name(s): Maurice, Furnley
Subject(s): Stars


DUSK falls and smothers sound and sense;
Night's in a gentle mood
And a blue veil of sweet pretence
Swathes the star multitude.

What's to accept and what's to praise
When, days frail urge o'erthrown,
Strides the impenetrable maze
Night in his wizard gown?

Can suns that rend the ether flood
With terror of their fires
Look quietly down on men who brood
On man's mundane desires?

O Alpha of the showering tress
To whom the faithful pray,
What can you know of steadfastness
Who have yourself no stay?

The stars in roaring gales of light
Whirl on their blazing cores,
Gold bubbles of torrential might
Blowing to timeless shores.

All heaven's wild with clots of flame
Hurled by Time's grenadiers;
Through aeons of misguided aim
Rove the mad, homeless spheres.

Their routes consigned or unconsigned,
Flame-birds in heaven's simoom
They fret their myriad years to find
Inexorable doom.

Dead sources of eternal day
Ground to malignant dust
Stain the undying solar ray
With their undying must.

When shall these orbs their course complete?
What law in frenzy lies?
The staggered mind accepts defeat
Which the still heart denies.

For there's a miracle of sound
The faithful watcher hears:
Like leaves that patter to the ground
The falling of the years....

While lovers wandering near the lake
Where heaven, reflected, glows,
Pause on their loitering path to take
From its quiet bush a rose.





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