A STAR COMES SINGING
The fullest and completest flowering
Of the dust-blossom, man.
Of the dust-blossom, man.
Will cordial brotherhood find place among us,
That out of the equal human nebulæ
White stars of human light can rise unhindered?
Or will there be travail and oppression forever,
And hate forever, and blood forever?
That out of the equal human nebulæ
White stars of human light can rise unhindered?
Or will there be travail and oppression forever,
And hate forever, and blood forever?
XI.
Forest of Men
I too have blossomed for a day,
In the forest of men, of varying trees,
Stout wind-defying pines on open crags,
Shade-sheltering lowland trees,
Stunted trunks, storm-battered, or in crowded sunless hollows,
With flowering trees of men and women,
With trees of good and evil fruit, dead and living,
And woodland flowers of children.
In the forest of men, of varying trees,
Stout wind-defying pines on open crags,
Shade-sheltering lowland trees,
Stunted trunks, storm-battered, or in crowded sunless hollows,
With flowering trees of men and women,
With trees of good and evil fruit, dead and living,
And woodland flowers of children.
I have been a tall and singing tree;
I have pushed my branches toward heaven;
The wind has scattered my pollen,
I have pushed my branches toward heaven;
The wind has scattered my pollen,
