WHEN one of the old, little stars doth fall from its place, The eye, Glimpsing aloft must sadden to see that its space In the sky Is darker, lacking a spot of its ancient, shimmering grace, And sadder, a little, for loss of the glimmer on high. Very remote, a glitter, a mote far away, is your star, But its glint being gone from the place where it shone The night's somewhat grimmer and something is gone Out of the comforting quiet of things as they are. A shock, A change in the beat of the clock; And the ultimate change that we fear feels a little less far. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HYBRIDS OF WAR: A MORALITY POEM: 4. THE MORAL by KAREN SWENSON HARRIET BEECHER STOWE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR WYNKEN, BLYNKEN AND NOD by EUGENE FIELD UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 38 by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE CASE OF SABRINA SIMPSON USCH by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |