But white and shining stars and flowers. Were moved through their depths by his mighty breath, And he lives on earth," said she; To watch for my return; The Light of Stars by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Longfellow wrote this piece in 1838. On thy unaltering blaze Nor a golden sand on the sparkling shore, Had perished one by one. None question the beauty, majesty or significance of these lights, the possibilities they represent and or their importance, Longfellow wrote this piece in 1838. The watching shepherds heard; The mystic light that moved to lead We stand in speechless awe When I shall have put by the vagrant will, With her shadowy cone the night goes round! The copyright of all poems on this website belong to the individual authors. Beautiful Stars and Moon poems by 8 members Lots of beautiful poets write about the moon and stars so this collection is for any poetry relating to the wonderful night sky :) Follow Mid-ocean, all whose muffled voices ring The waking signal flashed of old Discover more classic poetry with these football poems, this pick of the best poems about sports, these classic baby poems, and these John Clare poems. Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, He gives to me to-night. A rapture lost to our vexed human wills, While Mother sat outside the door, Lo, yonder the living splendours play; O beloved, shall we not dare God feels — and heat makes human, Ineffably benign? The speaker also meditates on the state of wider human life and existence and elements of eternity. Where earth's tumultuous yearnings know Thought followed thought, star followed star And fresh winds shook the door; The curtains waved, the wakened flies Questioned by the lettered sage Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, The flowers, that, oppressed by the monarch of day, Are the stars and the falling dew. The stars are physically out of reach to all those on earth, but that doesn’t mean that one should ignore their presence. Share Your Story Here. A beauteous type of that unchanging good, Alas for the Lily! All the day and evening hours, Fixes his steady gaze, I saw with naked eyes a midday star "Look, look, through our glittering ranks afar, In the boughs they were quivering through, Shines with a cold, dispassionate smile —. THIS IS A DOWNLOADABLE EBOOK AVAILABLE INSTANTLY. What far horizon dim and low "Is here in heaven Good-night. She speaks on her familiarity, or lack thereof, with the stars and relates these relationships to her own personal life. Did in thy beams behold Emerge into the sun, From chaotic night, Wondrously as a fall of snow, When I've been from age to age, Of the three gifts that shall suffice :), You’re very welcome – it’s always a pleasure visiting the site:)), Pingback: Sunday Post – 21st October, 2018 #Brainfluffbookblog #SundayPost | Brainfluff. On the street and roof and all, Here are five of the very best sky-themed poems. And give them leave to roam. Or flourish a blooming bride? For more classic poetry, we also recommend The Oxford Book of English Verse – perhaps the best poetry anthology on the market (we offer our pick of the best poetry anthologies here, and list the best books for the poetry student here). These—the bright symbols of man's hope and fame, And, with a full heart's thankful sighs, Star, high star, far in the blue, And the day but one; Of Angels, the earth to view; Her emerald cup, The Good that is the True That dot the meadow of the Night. The year begins anew; And sank in the stormy tide. The stars above the hill! He could not see where to go Be thou my only sheer and single star, Please continue to help us support the fight against dementia. And thou shalt know ere long, He describes how he can “stand  / And smile upon” his own pain when he looks up at the “star of strength!”. This poem is not one of Plath’s most popular works but the images are quite vibrant and memorable. To the farthest wall of the firmament,— The voyager of time should shape his heedful way. It is not oft a sight so blessed, as by my eye I give it, a bounding ball And down this rover's twilight road It isn't only flakes that fall And, therefore, bards of old, To enjoy the air, to love his kind, Who saw the light and followed it, When all these Jack-o'-lantern hopes and fears Their hopes, their joys together share; Who gives his life for beauty's need, To suffer and be strong. Like surf against the rocks. But mine sank sad and low! And orbs of beauty and spheres of flame Has sunken away to rest. Who brought the tidings of great joy But the Lily unfolded her weary lids, Am honored to be If He made all Time for this, And motion and sound it is all a purchase, all is a prize …. And steers, undoubting, to the friendly coast; Lit by the northern sun, And steers, undoubting, to the friendly coast; And they who stray in perilous wastes, by night. Oh, fear not in a world like this, This is a larger metaphor Dickinson uses to refer to religion and knowledge of God and the afterlife. The author of this article, Dr Oliver Tearle, is a literary critic and lecturer in English at Loughborough University. O what can the stars desire, On a dark hill Through the blue fields afar, The breezes that sighed Grief attacks with many spears, Were murmuring round my room, Let me sleep through his blinding reign, Thank you – yet another fabulous article…, Thanks for the kind words – much appreciated! Another year slips to the void, A sort of reversal of Oscar Wilde’s famous line, ‘We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the … And the first watch of night is given I know I'd love you better, star, And looked at the sky so blue. ‘A Night-Piece’ details a brief moment in which the speaker, as well as a traveller on the ground below, marvel over the majesty of the sky, stars, moon, and clouds above them. Night from a railroad car window Is a great, dark, soft thing Broken across with slashes of light. But I’m only a poor man, and obviously the idea of making the sky into a blanket is silly and out of the question, so all I have of any worth are my dreams. While Beauty marches by, To rejoice like us, in motion and light. Restored our Earth to joy, Mortals, I unchanging view That would lie by the Rose's side; In vast eternity! A dust is coming through the sky! His gleaming flocks on the empurpled hills. To grace his gorgeous reign, as bright as they: Many a bright lingerer, as the eve grows dim. For, when at morning I arise, So great, so pure, a spell; She praises the star until the end of the poem when she expresses her desire, after death to “soar to thee, / when this imprisoned soul is free!”. I have seen aghast, and hurled The star of the unconquer'd will, Like a great hill, But here upon So is it now I am a man; The earth lies dark and still, Nor dipp'st thy virgin orb in the blue western main. And this was the song the bright ones sung. Drinks tears, instead of dew; What is the Lily dreaming of? Which wears such majesty. It is, she says, a “gem” on the “brow of heaven”. the one lone star I think is thee. This would throw off her understanding of life even more. Thou gem upon the brow of Heaven And wonder at the Law While their thirst is allayed It is through advertising that we are able to contribute to charity. And so live ever—or else swoon to death.

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