STARS
Mostmerciful GodLook kindly uponAn impudent childWho wants sitting on.This evening lateI went to the doorAnd then to the gateThere were more stars—moreThan I could have expected,Even I!I was simply amazedAlmighty, August!I was utterly dazed,Omnipotent! JustIn a word I was floored,Good God of Hosts—Lord!That at this time of dayThey should still blaze away,That thou hadst not rejectedOr at least circumspectedTheir white silver beauty—Was it spite ... Was it duty..?1914.
Mostmerciful GodLook kindly uponAn impudent childWho wants sitting on.This evening lateI went to the doorAnd then to the gateThere were more stars—moreThan I could have expected,Even I!I was simply amazedAlmighty, August!I was utterly dazed,Omnipotent! JustIn a word I was floored,Good God of Hosts—Lord!That at this time of dayThey should still blaze away,That thou hadst not rejectedOr at least circumspectedTheir white silver beauty—Was it spite ... Was it duty..?1914.
Mostmerciful GodLook kindly uponAn impudent childWho wants sitting on.This evening lateI went to the doorAnd then to the gateThere were more stars—moreThan I could have expected,Even I!I was simply amazedAlmighty, August!I was utterly dazed,Omnipotent! JustIn a word I was floored,Good God of Hosts—Lord!That at this time of dayThey should still blaze away,That thou hadst not rejectedOr at least circumspectedTheir white silver beauty—Was it spite ... Was it duty..?
1914.