AND is there glory from the heavens departed? O void unmarked! -- thy sisters of the sky Still hold their place on high, Though from its rank thine orb so long hath started, Thou, that no more art seen of mortal eye! Hath the night lost a gem, the regal night? She wears her crown of old magnificence, Though thou art exiled thence -- No desert seems to part those urns of light, Midst the far depths of purple gloom intense. They rise in joy, the starry myriads burning -- The shepherd greets them on his mountains free; And from the silvery sea To them the sailor's wakeful eye is turning -- Unchanged they rise, they have not mourned for thee. Couldst thou be shaken from thy radiant place, Even as a dew-drop from thy myrtle spray, Swept by the wind away? Wert thou not peopled by some glorious race, And was there power to smite them with decay? Why, who shall talk of thrones, of sceptres riven? Bowed be our hearts to think on what we are, When from its height afar A world sinks thus -- and yon majestic heaven Shines not the less for that one vanished star! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STAR-TALK by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES WORK by ALEKSANDR SERGEYEVICH PUSHKIN TO THE MAN-OF-WAR-BIRD by WALT WHITMAN THE SULTANA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH MORNING STAR by HARRIET R. BEAN THE FOUR ZOAS: NIGHTS THE SEVENTH AND EIGHTH by WILLIAM BLAKE THE SCYTHE STRUCK BY LIGHTING by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |