WHY did the star leave the sky, <br />The far, pure sky? <br />Shone she not high and hallowed and fair? <br />Could she not tarry her life-time there? <br />Why must she fall and fade? <br />She had heaven nigh. <br />I of the earth, I would she had stayed <br />In her lonely air. <br /> <br />Higher than love lived my star, <br />My clear, cold star. <br />Why must she droop to our mists below? <br />Ah, for the glory of long ago! <br />Ah, for the pride no more! <br />When she stood so far. <br />Would she were lost in the days before, <br />In the perished glow. <br /> <br />Star wandered out of my light, <br />Once all my light, <br />Seeing the sky through a dullness of tears, <br />Crying for thee to the empty years, <br />Where should I seek for thee <br />Mid the. desert night? <br />Not on the earth. <br />Ah! the star that nears <br />Has forgotten to be.<br /><br />Augusta Davies Webster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-missing-star/
