Poems (Cromwell)/Star Song
STAR SONG
There are twisted roots that grow Even from a fragile white anemone. But a star has no roots: to and fro It floats in the light of the sky, like a water-lily, And fades on the blue flood of day.
A star has no roots to hold it, No living lonely entity to lose. Floods of dim radiance fold it; Night and day their silent aura transfuse, But no change a star can bruise.
A star is adrift and free. When day comes, it floats into space and complies; Like a spirit quietly, Like a spirit, amazed in a wider paradise At mortal tears and sighs.