I clamored for a star That shone above the rest More beautiful than all: The brightest, loveliest. I was not tall enough I knew, to reach so high, Still, futilely I flung My arms up to the sky. I wanted it so much! Yet what was I to do? It would not stoop to me Nor could I climb, it's true. And though I pondered long, I found no plan, no scheme To bridge the space that lay Between me and my dream. Despairingly I vowed I'd have none else and laid My head upon my hands:— Lord, let me grow! I prayed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MISS KILMANSEGG AND HER PRECIOUS LEG: HER BIRTH by THOMAS HOOD LUCASIA, ROSANIA, AND ORINDA PARTING AT A FOUNTAIN by KATHERINE PHILIPS SIDNEY GODOLPHIN by CLINTON SCOLLARD THE MERCHANT OF VENICE; A LEGEND OF ITALY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM A WEATHER PROPHET by JANE BARLOW THREE GUESTS by ETHEL SKIPTON BARRINGER ASOLANDO: WHICH? by ROBERT BROWNING |