STAR, high star, far in the blue, I have stars more near than you, Shining from the blue-eyed grass, Peeping at me as I pass. Star, high star, far in the blue, I wish that I could pick you, too, I know I'd love you better, star, If you were not so high and far. My little friendly stars are found Right close to me upon the ground; You shine all night, they shine all day— They are the blue-eyed grass of May! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ALFRED MOIR by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: HENRY PHIPPS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |