Author Charles Lloyd Thou turnest to the azure sky, And with a scrutinizing eye Dost ask of every birth Of nature, wont to fill with tears Thine eyes, what withers now and seres, The splendid firmament, the gorgeous earth. Tags Short Poems 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