English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. Stars. Менелла Бьют Смедли.

Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли)

Stars

How pretty is each little star,
Each tiny twinkler, soft and meek!
Yet many in this world there are
Who do not know that stars can speak.
To them the skies are meaningless,
A star is not a living thing;
They cannot hear the messages
Those shining creatures love to bring.

Hush! listen! ah! it will not do;
You do but listen with your ears;
And stars are understood by few,
For it must be the heart that hears.
Look up, not only with your eyes;
Ah! do you hear a tender sound?
To hearts familiar with the skies,
The stars are nearer than the ground.

Menella Bute Smedley’s other poems:

1. Wooden Legs
2. The Story of Queen Isabel
3. The Little White Doe
4. Two Journeys
5. The Wedding-Ring

Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

Emily Brontë (Эмили Бронте) Stars (“Ah! why, because the dazzling sun”)

Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Stars (” Bright stars, yellow stars, flashing through the air”)

Katherine Mansfield (Кэтрин Мэнсфилд) Stars (“Most merciful God”)

Robert Frost (Роберт Фрост) Stars (“How countlessly they congregate”)

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