Oh for a starry, starry night
Heavenly lights burning bright
Shining forth their sheer delight
Oh behold what a wonderful sight.
They twinkle in the night time sky
When people look up and wonder why
Under which lovers laugh and cry
In days of old when time gone by.
To see them in the heavens above
Make lover’s hearts melt with thoughts of love
With cooing words like Turtle Doves
From sandy beach to sheltered cove.
Our starlight is both beautiful and true
A blaze in the heavens so dark, so blue
Their brightness makes all things new
Without our glorious starlight what would we do.
rhyme, rhythm, diction very powerful, full poem is divided in two, praise of beauty that runs all along, , eyes remains same thought of beauty also remains same but on second part but to see them......evening....darkness, , So Mr.David there's the day and then the evening(ghastly they interred) A very beautiful poem it deserve many thing PH must take care for this here from me =1 thank let me search KEAT bye
You are right. We take not only the stars but...every thing else for granted too. The stars hold something so magical that we should appreciate more. Truly beautiful your starry night.
A starlit night is always so lovely to behold, and you have pained a beautiful description David. Well penned.
I feel that there is a real prayer breathing behind these words. That is why they appear to fly while you are reading them. It is the presence of the soul of an artist, imbuing life into the mere geometrical artifacts of a living language.
As a child how much wonder we had over the stars studded in the sky! As you say we take every thing for granted ! But now to go through your poem makes me wonder again about the twinkle and be back as a child! Thanks for sharing!
It is lyrical and describes the romance of Nature. Starlit nights set poets' imagination on work. It is ornamentation of the dark skies and the poet has beautifully captured it's charm.
Heavenly lights burning bright. You unfold the panorama of the starry sky. Thank you.
You carry the traditional rhythm of Twinkle twinkle little stars, and Tiger, tiger burning bright...this is the sign of an artist...as far as the theme is concerned, it is a sad case with us, and reasons enough are not wanting why and where we have lost the bright sparkling of the stars...! ! ! I take it as an imaginative piece of romantic write! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem with a wonderful flow.