Autumn has pruned your star from heaven With unforgiving shears snapped the sweet light out--- Who but God can count the odd stars from even? Or know by looking the straight man from the lout? 5 All that moves progresses only by seeming As a wheel that cannot touch the earth revolves In a mind of fire, by circles of its dreaming. So you, I think, were not from or into the heavens sent 10 But gave loving light to all, which darker heavens lent.
From the collection "Ascent"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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