Poems (Mansfield)/Stars
STARS
Most merciful GodLook kindly uponAn impudent childWho wants sitting on.This evening lateI went to the doorAnd then to the gateThere were more stars—moreThan I could have expected,Even I!I was simply amazedAlmighty, August!I was utterly dazed,Omnipotent! JustIn a word I was floored,Good God of Hosts—Lord!That at this time of dayThey should still blaze away,That thou hadst not rejectedOr at least circumspectedTheir white silver beauty—Was it spite . . . Was it duty . . ? 1914.