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Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли)


Stars


How pretty is each little star,
Each tiny twinkler, soft and meek!
Yet many in this world there are
Who do not know that stars can speak.
To them the skies are meaningless,
A star is not a living thing;
They cannot hear the messages
Those shining creatures love to bring.

Hush! listen! ah! it will not do;
You do but listen with your ears;
And stars are understood by few,
For it must be the heart that hears.
Look up, not only with your eyes;
Ah! do you hear a tender sound?
To hearts familiar with the skies,
The stars are nearer than the ground.



Menella Bute Smedley's other poems:
  1. Waiting for the Tide
  2. The Escape of the Empress Matilda
  3. Windy and Grey Morning
  4. The Mother's Lesson
  5. The Lament of Eleanor of Bretagne


Poems of another poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • Emily Brontë (Эмили Бронте) Stars ("Ah! why, because the dazzling sun")
  • Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Stars (" Bright stars, yellow stars, flashing through the air")
  • Katherine Mansfield (Кэтрин Мэнсфилд) Stars ("Most merciful God")
  • Robert Frost (Роберт Фрост) Stars ("How countlessly they congregate")

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