The Earthworm And The Star.

An Earthworm once loved a Star. In the hush of the summer night,
He lay quite close to the ground and gazed on its golden light;
He looked from his house of clay, and dreamed of wonderful things,
Till, lo! (as he thought) his longing brought forth miraculous wings.

The Butterfly soared in the air, straight toward the beckoning spark;
His wings grew weary and chill, but the Star smiled through the dark;
His wings grew heavy and cold, the wings that he dreamed love gave,
And he folded them there in the starlight, and the dust became his grave.

Charles Hamilton Musgrove

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Charles Hamilton Musgrove

Sunset In The City.

Charles Hamilton Musgrove, Simple Poetry

The Passing Race.

Charles Hamilton Musgrove, Simple Poetry

Death.

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In The Night.

Charles Hamilton Musgrove, Simple Poetry

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