Poems (Cromwell)/Star Song
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STAR SONG
There are twisted roots that grow
Even from a fragile white anemone.
But a star has no roots: to and fro
It floats in the light of the sky, like a water-lily,
And fades on the blue flood of day.
Even from a fragile white anemone.
But a star has no roots: to and fro
It floats in the light of the sky, like a water-lily,
And fades on the blue flood of day.
A star has no roots to hold it,
No living lonely entity to lose.
Floods of dim radiance fold it;
Night and day their silent aura transfuse,
But no change a star can bruise.
No living lonely entity to lose.
Floods of dim radiance fold it;
Night and day their silent aura transfuse,
But no change a star can bruise.
A star is adrift and free.
When day comes, it floats into space and complies;
Like a spirit quietly,
Like a spirit, amazed in a wider paradise
At mortal tears and sighs.
When day comes, it floats into space and complies;
Like a spirit quietly,
Like a spirit, amazed in a wider paradise
At mortal tears and sighs.