FROM ANOTHER WORLD
The sky was wide and still,
With a multitude of glittering stars
As a smiling moon, ever so bright
As I stared from the window sill.
A fragment of the eternal dark
Of the calm and peaceful night.
I stared further, and there, I saw
A little speck of white
So tiny, but proclaimed its presence
Like a grain of salt on graphite.
A queer presence, I thought amongst
A thousand blazing stars
Like the fire, in the oil lamps lit,
Radiantly for hours.
But this little white wonder
Which never strained much
Gave me a thought to ponder.
It’s eyes, like my sight
Have the power of flight
To see through the dark clouds
And throughout the endless night
Higher than our home, and reach the height
And find will I there, a world like ours
Find will I there, I might.
There will be flora and fauna, land and water
And weather, which may be colder or hotter.
Folk, who sleep at night and work all days
And children who laugh, cry and play.
Perhaps they have schools where they learn
Facts and science, so they may earn
More from their own world.
Now may be, a little child
Thither may stare from a window sill
And smile and think if there might be
Like theirs, another world.