The Two Stars

Day has her star, as well as Night,
One star is black, the other white.
I saw a white star burn and pant
   And swirl with such a wildness, once-
That I stood still, and almost stared
   Myself into a trance!

The star of Day, both seen and heard,
Is but a little, English bird:
The Lark, whose wings beat time to his
   Wild rapture, sings, high overhead;
When silence comes, we almost fear
   That Earth receives its dead.

-W.H. Davies