dots-menu
×

Home  »  Poetry: A Magazine of Verse  »  Gladys Cromwell

Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

Star Song

Gladys Cromwell

From “Songs of the Dust”

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.

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.

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.