Said the child to the star, “Why do you hang so high? You needn’t climb so very far To stand there in the sky.” Said the star to the child, “If I do not mount this spot, I will not see you smile When you dream of lovely thoughts.” Said the child to the star, “Why do you shine so clear, Though you light the smallest spark Upon the sunless sphere?” Said the star to the child, “See against the black That my white so mute and mild Has made a little crack.” Said the child to the star, “Why do you wait all night, When the world is very dark With only little flames of light?” Said the star to the child, “It is worth the long night’s wake To see the shadow exile And to watch the dawn’s slow break.”
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Hannah Hubin lives in Franklin, Tennessee, where you will find her pursuing a undergraduate degree in Moral Philosophy at New College Franklin, drinking tea, tutoring elementary students in Latin and writing, buying more old books than she can possibly read, drinking tea, writing poetry and children’s stories, and occasionally writing poems and stories about tea.
Someday she hopes you will find her in England, where she will be drinking tea.
Someday she hopes you will find her in England, where she will be drinking tea.
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Such a meaningful, lyrical poem — thank you.