The Pleiades Poem by George King

What are the stars? What purpose serves their dim but twinkling light?
Those sparkling jewels in far off space invoke sublime delight.
A star group in winter skies is called by a famous name,
The Pleiades; how long ago the ancients sang their fame!

That distant group no shadows cast, so faint their shim’ring light,
Of all the countless far-flung stars, we judge them not so bright.
And yet they’re suns, young infant suns, atomic fires ablaze;
But dull, bland facts are not our thoughts as we admiring gaze.

Most eyes see six, the brightest six, but seven shine, some say.
Sharp eyes can find that dimmer orb – it has not gone away.
The seventh member has not gone, has not her sisters left;
So Carolyn Adelaide stays with us, her kindred not bereft.

Those six so bright forever stay, the dimmer to attend;
Those steadfast six will hold their course till time itself does end.
Those brighter six recall to us the constant care and love,
Which day and night gave selfless six, like God’s care from above