LAST night, in some lost mood of meditation, The while my dreamy vision ranged the far Unfathomable arches of creation, I saw a falling star: And as my eyes swept round the path it embered With the swift-dying glory of its glow, With sudden intuition I remembered A wish of long ago -- A wish that, were it made -- so ran the fancy Of credulous young lover and of lass -- As fell a star, by some strange necromancy, Would surely come to pass. And, of itself, the wish, reiterated A thousand times in youth, flashed o'er my brain, And, like the star, as soon obliterated, Dropped into night again. For my old heart had wished for the unending Devotion of a little maid of nine -- And that the girl-heart, with the woman's blending, Might be forever mine. And so it was, with eyelids raised, and weighty With ripest clusterings of sorrow's dew, I cried aloud through Heaven: "O little Katie! When will my wish come true?" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HEART OF THE WOMAN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS A COWBOY TOAST by JAMES BARTON ADAMS PRAYER FOR A DREAM by JOHN C. ADLER THANKSGIVING - 1937 by JOSIE CRAIG BERRY ON THE DEATH OF ROBERT DUNDAS, ESQ. by ROBERT BURNS |