The sky is not empty,
It has light,
Even when it's dark.
The stars shoot the skies,
With energy and activities.
Signs of light come with the dark,
Smiling fireflies in the shadows,
Through the windows.
In a busy town,
People only catch little light,
Left by the day,
After the dark has entered,
Through the eastern doors,
As the sun goes off through the western gate.
Further Reading
Hutchings, William. (2023). ‘Wit’s Wild Dancing Light’: Reading the Poems of Alexander Pope. 10.11647/OBP.0372.
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