| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Star Song | | By Gladys Cromwell |
| | From “Songs of the Dust”
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. | 5 |
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| 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. | 10 |
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| 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. | 15 | | | |
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