When I stand here alone at night, And see but nothing hear The silence of so many stars Is almost pain to bear. Yet if I heard one creak in Heaven, One little break or move What would become of Faith and Hope, And of the Gods we love? If but one star cried out at night, To burst like any pod Where shall we find, in all the Heavens, A chapel for our God? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY SWEET BROWN GAL by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR CHANGE by WILLIAM DEAN HOWELLS MOLLY PITCHER [JUNE 28, 1778] by LAURA ELIZABETH HOWE RICHARDS LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 1. LORD CRASHTON by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM LADY-SLIPPER by STELLA PFEIFFER BAISCH AUTUMN; WRITTEN IN THE GROUNDS OF MARTIN COLE, ESQ. by BERNARD BARTON |