THIS memory-laden star that winds Through space her wistful ways, Searching for that she yet not finds In all her yesterdays— She is a troubled thought whose quest, Gone forth among the spheres, Shall never know delight nor rest, Nor respite from her fears, But still veer on through void and flame, And still expectant yearn, Till, with her prize, to whence she came She doth at length return. The sun that lends her living light To tell her gilded years, The moon that lanterns her at night To search among the spheres, The starry hosts that wheel about And watch her mazes wind, Serve humbly with nor dread nor doubt That she one day will find— That she one day will find the prize They sent her forth to earn, And with it through the waiting skies Triumphantly return! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PROMISE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON FRAGMENT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE CORNUCOPIA OF RED AND GREEN COMFITS by AMY LOWELL DOMESDAY BOOK: DOMESDAY BOOK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ELMER BARR by EDGAR LEE MASTERS BUCOLIC COMEDY: WHY by EDITH SITWELL |