THERE are twisted roots that grow Even from a fragile white anemone. But a star has no roots: to and fro It floats in the light of the sky, like a water-lily, And fades on the blue flood of day. A star has no roots to hold it, No living lonely entity to lose. Floods of dim radiance fold it; Night and day their silent aura transfuse, But no change a star can bruise. A star is adrift and free. When day comes, it floats into space and complies; Like a spirit quietly, Like a spirit, amazed in a wider paradise At mortal tears and sighs. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OUR LADY'S LULLABY by RICHARD ROWLANDS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 67. AS-SAMAD by EDWIN ARNOLD PROLOGUE TO THE PLAY OF HENRY THE EIGHTH by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD WRITTEN, AT THE REQUEST OF A GENTLEMAN, UNDER A .. PICTURE by RICHARD BARNFIELD FIRST SNOW by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A WOMAN'S SONNETS: 7 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |