Do not despise the night
For its cold touch and feeble light
As with it comes a thousand stars
All shining faintly from afar
Yet, countless beam from far away
So dim against the coming day
That a tiny star with softest glow-
Goes unseen and lies unknown
And the next night it shines its last
No one caring it had passed
But maybe that star shined just as bright
To other eyes with other sights
Where our star dims against the day
Its power humble far away
Where our star might be the softest glow-
That goes unseen and lies unknown
And if our star shined its last,
Who then could care for how it passed?
Do not despise the night
For it's cold touch and sunless light
Fills a sky with stars just as bright
I can assure you my dear young teenager, Dear Brian, you are growing to become a real poet.Do not hurry.Do not write [publish]when there is nothing important to say.Do not spoil your previous ones and do not insult Polhymnia.
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Again, to this one.This time-at leizure- It moved me.Mostly I was moved to see a young person like you Brian to write verses touching the sublime.Ι do spare eulogies.In three -four more cases I did not.Take it into notice.