The Morning Stars
| Author | Oppenheim, James |
|---|---|
| Genre | Poetry |
| Journal or Book | Songs for the New Age |
| Publisher | The Century Co. |
| Year of Publication | 1914 |
| Pages | 23 |
| Additional information | - |
Of old the psalmist said that the morning stars sing together,
He said the rocks do sing and that the hills rejoice...
There be ten million ears in this little city alone...
How many have heard the rocks, the hills and the stars?
Not I, not I, as I hurried uptown and downtown!
I heard the wheels of the cars, the chatter of many mouths,
I was in the opera house when it seemed almost to burst with music,
I heard the laughter of children, and the venom of mixed malicious tongues,
But neither the stars I heard nor the muted rocks nor the hills!
David, of Asia, I do hear now...
I do hear now the music of the spheres—
I have stepped one step into the desert of Loneliness,
I have turned my ear from the world to my own self...
I have paused, stood still, listened.
