Astronomers may gaze the heavens o'er,
Discovering wonders, great perhaps and true--
That stars are worlds and peopled like our own;
But I shall never think as these men do.
I shall believe them little shining things,
Fashioned from heavenly ore and filled with light;
And to the skies above so smoothly blue
An angel comes and nails them every night.
And I have seen him. You, no doubt, would think
A white cloud sailed across the heaven's blue;
But as I watched the feathery thing, it was
An angel nailing up the stars I knew.
And all night long they shine for us below,
Shine in pale splendor till the mighty sun
Wakes up again. And then the angel comes
And gathers in his treasures one by one.
How sweet the task; and when this life is done
And I have joined the angel band on high,
Of all that throng, Oh, may it be my task
To nail the stars upon the evening sky.
"Helen Manville wrote charming verses and I was greatly flattered
when I one day received a letter from her commending some verses of mine
and asking me to write to her. The little poem she liked was the one following:"
Ella Wheeler Wilcox The Worlds and I. 1918 p.54-55.
The Worlds and I by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
New York: George II Doran Company, [c1918]
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