WHAT is the song the stars sing? (@3And a million songs are as song of one@1.) This is the song the stars sing: (@3Sweeter song's none@1) One to set, and many to sing, (@3And a million songs are as song of one@1) One to stand, and many to cling, The many things, and the one Thing, The one that runs not, the many that run. The ever new weaveth the ever old, (@3And a million songs are as song of one@1) Ever telling the never told; The silver saith, and the said is gold, And done ever the never done. The Chase that's chased is the Lord o' the chase, (@3And a million songs are as song of one@1) And the Pursued cries on the race; And the hounds in leash are the hounds that run. Hidden stars by the shown stars' sheen; (@3And a million suns are but as one@1) Colours unseen by the colours seen, And sounds unheard heard sounds between, And a night is in the light of the sun. An ambuscade of light in night, (@3And a million secrets are but as one@1) And a night is dark in the sun's light, And a world in the world man looks upon. Hidden stars by the shown stars' wings, (@3And a million cycles are but as one@1) And a world with unapparent strings Knits the simulant world of things; Behold, and vision thereof is none. The world above in the world below, (@3And a million worlds are but as one@1) And the One in all; as the sun's strength so Strives in all strength, glows in all glow Of the earth that wits not, and man thereon. Braced in its own fourfold embrace (@3And a million strengths are as strength of one@1) And round it all God's arms of grace, The world, so as the Vision says, Doth with great lightning-tramples run. And thunder bruiteth into thunder, (@3And a million sounds are as sound of one@1) From stellate peak to peak is tossed a voice of wonder, And the height stoops down to the depths thereunder, And sun leans forth to his brother-sun. And the more ample years unfold (@3With a million songs as song of one@1) A little new of the ever old, A little told of the never told, Added act of the never done. Loud the descant, and low the theme, (@3A million songs are as song of one@1) And the dream of the world is dream in dream, But the one Is is, or nought could seem; And the song runs round to the song begun. This is the song the stars sing, (@3Toned all in time@1) Tintinnabulous, tuned to ring A multitudinous-single thing (@3Rung all in rhyme.@1) | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WORD-PORTRAITS: THE DESCRIPTION OF SIR GEOFFREY CHAUCER by ROBERT GREENE THE BELLE OF THE BALL by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED YOU MAY REMEMBER by LULU PIPER AIKEN A LULLABY by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA OUR BIRTH-CORD by KOFI ANYIDOHO |