Is it that small black star, Twinkling in broad daylight, Upon the bosom of Yon cloud so white -- Is it that small black thing Makes earth and all Heaven ring! Sing, you black star; and soar Until, alas! too soon You fall to earth in one Long singing swoon; But you will rise again To heaven, from this green plain. Sing, sing, sweet star; though black, Your company's more bright Than any star that shines With a white light; Sing, Skylark, sing; and give To me thy joy to live. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOUNG LINCOLN by EDWIN MARKHAM THE CALL TO THE COLORS by ARTHUR GUITERMAN RAIN ON A GRAVE by THOMAS HARDY A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 26 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN BROKEN MUSIC by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH GYPSY-HEART by KATHARINE LEE BATES |