Poems (Gould, 1833)/The Meteor
THE METEOR.
Ye, who look with wondering eye, Tell me what in me ye find,As I shoot across the sky, But an emblem of your kind!
Darting from my hidden source, I behold no resting place;But must ever urge my course Onward, till I end my race!
While I keep my native height, I appear to all belowRadiant with celestial light, That is brightening as I go.
When I lose my hold on heaven, Down to shadowy earth I tend,From my pure companions driven; And in darkness I must end!