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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
STELLA, by CHARLES HENRY CRANDALL First Line: Home from the observatory Last Line: What o'erfloweth from her eyes. | |||
HOME from the observatory, Now I take her on my knee, And I tell her all the glory That the lenses showed to me. Pleased, she listens to my story, Earnest look then turneth she Where the stars are softly blinking In the blue of summer skies. Ah! she sees beyond my thinking, Even into Paradise! Very humbly I am drinking What o'erfloweth from her eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CINDER PATH by CHARLES HENRY CRANDALL THE HUMAN PLAN by CHARLES HENRY CRANDALL WITH LILACS by CHARLES HENRY CRANDALL THE LATE SINGER by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: A DEAD STATESMAN by RUDYARD KIPLING THE HOLLY TREE by ROBERT SOUTHEY A SUPPLEMENT OF AN IMPERFECT COPY OF VERSES OF MR. WILL. SHAKESPEARE'S by JOHN SUCKLING INDIGNATION; AN ODE by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE TO THE NECROPHILE by WALTER CONRAD ARENSBERG |
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