We present this work in honor of the poet’s 140th birthday.

A mighty star has drawn a-nigh, and now
Is vibrant in the air;
The trembling, half-divested trees of his
Bright presence are aware.

And Night has told it to the hills, and told
The partridge in the nest;
And left it on the long white roads that she
Gives light instead of rest.

I watch it in the stream, the stranger-star,
Pulsing from marge to main:
What mould will be my flesh and bone before
That star is there again!