What do the stars do
Up in the sky,
Higher than the wind can blow,
Or the clouds can fly?
Each star in its own glory
Circles, circles still;
As it was lit to shine and set,
And do its Maker's will.
More verses by Christina Georgina Rossetti
- There Is But One May In The Year,
- The Rose With Such A Bonny Blush
- The One Certainty
- I loved you first: but afterwards your love
- Introspective