SEE the stars, love, In the water much clearer and brighter Than those above us, and whiter, Like nenuphars. Star-shadows shine, love, How many stars in your bowl? How many shadows in your soul, Only mine, love, mine? When I move the oars, love, See how the stars are tossed, Distorted, the brightest lost. -- So that bright one of yours, love. The poor waters spill The stars, waters broken, forsaken. -- The heavens are not shaken, you say, love, Its stars stand still. There, did you see That spark fly up at us; even Stars are not safe in heaven. -- What of yours, then, love, yours? What then, love, if soon Your light be tossed over a wave? Will you count the darkness a grave, And swoon, love, swoon? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A GAGE D'AMOUR by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON ELEGY: 18. LOVES PROGRESS by JOHN DONNE GOOD FRIDAY, 1613. RIDING WESTWARD by JOHN DONNE WHEN I WAS YOUNG by IRMA TIBBETTS ANDREWS TO A LADY, WITH SOME PAINTED FLOWERS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD VERSES ON MRS. ROWE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |