Our little earth fares bravely through the night, For though before her stranger darkness lies, A host of friends attend her in the skies. Northward, the two bears lead her with their white Lantern, Polaris, and the Great Dog's light Blazes a nearest trail. When Sirius dies Out of the springtime east new torches rise As down the west old beacons fade from sight. That whirl of golden moths, the Pleiades, Orion's giant suns, the red-eyed Bull Depart, and the wee wanderer knows loss Of Gemini's twin flames: instead, she sees Altair and Scorpio, the beautiful, Between the Northern and the Southern Cross. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DIVIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WHEN I WAS A BIRD by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE NIGHT MOTHS by EDWIN MARKHAM |