Author Archibald MacLeish Well, I can see, I can see, When the cold stars roost in the tree And the dead light dies In the sky I can see — But — I forget, I forget; When the sun goes up that is set And the stars are away And it's day — Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments