By day you cannot see the sky there again. They seem just like old friends to me, I've known them all my life you see. There is the dipper first, and there Is Cassiopeia in her chair, Orion's belt, the Milky Way, And lots I know but cannot say. One group looks like a swarm of bees, Papa says they're the Pleiades; But I think they must be the toy Of some nice little angel boy. Perhaps his jackstones which to-day He has forgot to put away, And left them lying on the sky Where he will find them bye and bye. I wish he'd come and play with me. We'd have such fun, for it would be A most unusual thing for boys To feel that they had stars for toys! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RUNAWAY SLAVE AT PILGRIM'S POINT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING FANCY IN NUBIBUS; OR, THE POET IN THE CLOUDS by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE A PROPER NEW BALLAD [ENTITLED THE FAIRIES' FAREWELL] by RICHARD CORBET PASTEL by MARSDON GILFORD ALBRITTON A SWING SONG by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM THE RIGHT MARY by CLARIBEL WEEKS AVERY |