Wide are the meadows of night,
And daisies are shinng there,
Tossing their lovely dews,
Lustrous and fair;

And through these sweet fields go,
Wanderers amid the stars --
Venus, Mercury, Uranus, Neptune,
Saturn, Jupiter, Mars.

'Tired in their silver, they move,
And circling, whisper and say,
Fair are the blossoming meads of delight
Through which we stray.

by Walter de la Mare

Comments (2)

Lovely poem in appreciation of nature- nearer to us on earth and up above the solar system.Scintillating description thrills the reader. Thanks.
........so beautifully written.....with the imagery of the daisies making this poem even lovelier.....an A+++ write...