Posted on: December 3, 2019
And the stars make frozen music in the night,
Each ray a verse of silver melody
From choristers that chant in unison.
Into my flesh their crystal points pierce deep
And through my veins they thread their silent way
Until they lodge at last within my heart.
Though the sun has but in part achieved its plan
Of climbing till it dominates the world,
Its warmth has set at naught the bonds of ice
That held encased these liquid harmonies.
And now they well forth from my soul in song
That far celestial worlds have paused to teach.
Dorothy A. Martin
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