IN those high heavens wherein the fair stars flower, They do God's praises sound from night till morn, And till the smiling day is newly born Chant each to each His glory and His power; Then, silent, wait, through Day's brief triumph-hour, Watching till Night shall come again, with scorn Of those chameleon splendors that adorn Day's death, and then before his victor cower. Forever, to immortal ears, they sing, -- These shining stars that praise their Maker's grace -- And from far world to world their anthems ring: They shine and sing because they see His face We, cowards, dread the vision Death shall bring, The waking rapture, and the fair, far place. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE ROAD by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR IN HOSPITAL: 4. BEFORE by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY THE DEATH OF AUTUMN by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY SONNET: 20 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE RARE DESTINY by FLORA LOUISE BAILEY SLEEPING AND WAKING by JANE BARLOW |