Classic Poem

A STAR and a rosebud white,
In the morning twilight gray,
The latest blossom of the night,
The earliest of the day;
The star to vanish in the light,
The rose to stay.

A star and a rosebud white,
In the evening twilight gray,
The earliest blossom of the night,
The latest of the day;
The one in darkness finding light,
One, lost for aye.