The Morning Stars
| Author | Oppenheim, James |
|---|---|
| Genre | Poetry |
| Journal or Book | Songs for the New Era |
| Publisher | New York The Century Co. |
| Year of Publication | 1914 |
| Pages | 23 |
| Additional information | - |
The Morning Stars
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
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.
