XXIII [Places among the stars]

Places among the stars,
Soft gardens near the sun,
Keep your distant beauty;
Shed no beams upon my weak heart.
Since she is here
In a place of blackness,
Not your golden days
Not your silver nights
Can call me to you.
Since she is here
In a place of blackness,
Here I stay and wait.

Credit

This poem is in the public domain.

About this Poem

"XXIII [Places among the stars]" first appeared in Black Riders and Other Lines (Copeland & Day, 1905)