As Winds That Blow Against a Star
(For Aline)
Now by what whim of wanton chance
   Do radiant eyes know sombre days?
And feet that shod in light should dance
   Walk weary and laborious ways?
But rays from Heaven, white and whole,
   May penetrate the gloom of earth;
And tears but nourish, in your soul,
   The glory of celestial mirth.
The darts of toil and sorrow, sent
   Against your peaceful beauty, are
As foolish and as impotent
   As winds that blow against a star.

Webpage © 2001 ELC
Lane Core Jr. (
Created April 3, 2001; not revised.