The Falling Star
I saw a star slide down the sky,
Blinding the north as it went by,
Too burning and too hot to hold,
Too lovely to be bought or sold,
Good only to make wishes on
And then forever to be gone.
— Sara Teasdale
The Falling Star
I saw a star slide down the sky,
Blinding the north as it went by,
Too burning and too hot to hold,
Too lovely to be bought or sold,
Good only to make wishes on
And then forever to be gone.
— Sara Teasdale