. ... God, my God! Only the stars are healing. ... Scattered in the far far far dark blue,—a Heaven-lord's diadem. That one sheer above me, pearl-white, blue-white— (Even the street-lamps' beastly glare cowers before the gentle glory of its light)— must be the jewel transcendent in the Crown of the King of Kings. Oh love,— Only the stars are healing. So quickly their fingers of light penetrate the emptiness of a desolate soul and fill it with peace. ... A woman's smile can be mockery, And a woman's fingers dull as stone, And a woman's speech so cruel, stupid— But the silence of the stars is a fair greeting, and their touch a soft healing, and their smile a father's voiceless love. Dear Lord— When my head is raised to Your stars, my heart falls kneeling to You— Dear Lord! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SURFACES AND MASKS; 4 by CLARENCE MAJOR IF HE SHOULD COME by EDWIN MARKHAM THE WALL STREET PIT, MAY, 1901 by EDWIN MARKHAM FAIR HARVARD by GEORGE SANTAYANA A WINTER NIGHT by SARA TEASDALE |