MY window looks upon the sky, My garret room is built so high, I leave below the busy street Each night, and climb with eager feet Till all the noisy world grows far And my next neighbor is a star. Dear little neighbor star, to-night I'll greet your little kindly light, Though clouds should come and hide your face, I always know that from your place. Dear neighbor star, you still can spy My window looking at the sky. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 7 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 12 by JAMES JOYCE ON BEING ASKED TO WRITE A POEM AGAINST THE WAR IN VIETNAM by HAYDEN CARRUTH TWILIGHT COMES by HAYDEN CARRUTH A PLANTATION BACCHANAL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON MA LADY'S LIPS AM LIKE DE HONEY (NEGRO LOVE SONG) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |