Author Sir Charles G. D. Roberts Under the pillars of the skyI played at life, I knew not why.The grave recurrence of the dayWas matter of my trivial play.The solemn stars, the sacred night,I took for toys of my delight,Till now, with startled eyes, I seeThe portents of Eternity. 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