THE summer stars are great and low and still To men in ships safe-anchored for the night; As near they seem as any riding-light Run up aloft where air is gathering chill And damp with night-fog. Clear they burn, that made Safe passage in dark waters. Slow they rise, Familiarly, and fair to knowing eyes That watch them hours on end until they fade. Now in the night a deep tranquillity Takes all the quiet water and the shore; And if the stars were not so large and near, And showed no glimmering channel back to sea, We might sleep dreamless, who are tuned to hear The roadstead wind that calls us out once more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LITTLE BOY'S DREAM by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MINERVA JONES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ADOLF EICHMANN by HAYDEN CARRUTH LETTER TO MAXINE SULLIVAN by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE IMPORTANCE OF GREEN by JAMES GALVIN |