Poem by Dora Sigerson Shorter

The Star

     [IN MEMORIAM P. P.]

I saw a dreamer, I saw a poet,
On the red battle-field fell my slow tear,
"Lover of birds and flowers, singer of gentle songs,
Dying with men of war, what do you here?"
Languid his closing eyes looked to the breaking dawn
Where the young day peeped out through prison bars,
"I on a high hill stood singing a dear old song,
I fell to earth," he sighed, "grasping at stars."

He laid him softly down, cold was his paling cheek,
Silent and chill he grew as the dead are,
But from his folded hands on to the crimson earth
Glowing and shimmering fell a great star.
Out of the heavens there came a hand raising it,
Set it in the green sky for all to see,
There it shone purely bright, faithful as planets shine,
There it sung loud and sweet "Come, follow me."

1. An Eclipse
2. For Ever
3. Beware
4. The Sacred Fire
5. The Song of the Happy Man

Letitia Landon The Star ("Oh! would I might share thy wild car")

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