Lost
Tonight I saw a little star fall down;
The kindly skies had offered earth one gem--
Perhaps a petal plucked from heaven’s crown,
Or tiny sequin from an angel’s hem.
It landed silently upon a hill
Of pines that pierced the clouds and turned them grey.
’Twas then forsaken, like a trembling tear,
That crossed Misfortune’s path and went astray.
Throughout the spacious firmament, that eve,
Her pleas for recompense were never known--
This star, that might have met the coming dawn,
Now gleams upon the branches all alone.
