When the creation was new and all the stars shone in their first <br />splendor, the gods held their assembly in the sky and sang <br />`Oh, the picture of perfection! the joy unalloyed!' <br /> <br />But one cried of a sudden <br />---`It seems that somewhere there is a break in the chain of light <br />and one of the stars has been lost.' <br /> <br />The golden string of their harp snapped, <br />their song stopped, and they cried in dismay <br />---`Yes, that lost star was the best, <br />she was the glory of all heavens!' <br /> <br />From that day the search is unceasing for her, <br />and the cry goes on from one to the other <br />that in her the world has lost its one joy! <br /> <br />Only in the deepest silence of night the stars smile <br />and whisper among themselves <br />---`Vain is this seeking! unbroken perfection is over all!'<br /><br />Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lost-star/
