"O STAR on the breast of the river! O marvel of bloom and grace! Did you fall right down from heaven, Out of the sweetest place? You are white as the thoughts of an angel, Your heart is steeped in the sun: Did you grow in the Golden City, My pure and radiant one?" "Nay, nay, I fell not out of heaven; None gave me my saintly white: It slowly grew from the darkness, Down in the dreary night. From the ooze of the silent river I won my glory and grace. White souls fall not, O my poet, They rise -- to the sweetest place." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REVELATION AT CAP FERRAT by CLARENCE MAJOR GLADYS AND HER ISLAND; AN IMPERFECT TALE WITH DOUBTFUL MORAL by JEAN INGELOW THE PHOENIX REBORN FROM ITS ASHES by LOUIS ARAGON THE MAD SCULPTOR by WILLIAM ROSE BENET PICTURES ON ENAMEL by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT TO MARY RUSSELL MITFORD, IN HER GARDEN by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |