How countlessly they congregate
O'er our tumultuous snow,
Which flows in shapes as tall as trees
When wintry winds do blow!--
As if with keenness for our fate,
Our faltering few steps on
To white rest, and a place of rest
Invisible at dawn,--
And yet with neither love nor hate,
Those stars like some snow-white
Minerva's snow-white marble eyes
Without the gift of sight.
........a wonderful poem.....would love to see millions of stars on a cloudless night....enjoyed...
snow, blow! - fate, rest on, dawn, nice rhyme scheme ababab....
am still searching for those stars at night they're rarity here...nice
The white marble eyes of the Goddess of love, Minerva, Nice poem shared.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Robert This is an interesting piece of poetry keep it up.