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Poem by Menella Bute Smedley


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

Menella Bute Smedley's other poems:
  1. Love in Sorrow
  2. The King's Beard
  3. The Wounded Daisy
  4. The Captivity of Coeur de Lion
  5. Lilies

Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • Emily Brontë Stars ("Ah! why, because the dazzling sun")
  • Joyce Kilmer Stars (" Bright stars, yellow stars, flashing through the air")
  • Katherine Mansfield Stars ("Most merciful God")
  • Robert Frost Stars ("How countlessly they congregate")
  • Wallace Thurman Stars ("Earth turns")

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