Beauty was that
Far vanished flame,
Call it a star
Wanting better name.
And gaze and gaze
Vaguely until
Nothing is left
Save a grey ghost-hill.
Here wait I
On the world's rim
Stretching out hands
To Seraphim.
A Star
Patrick Kavanagh
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Poem topics: beauty, star, world, wait, flame, ghost, save, gaze, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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