The Stars Are Twinkling Poem by Joseph Skipsey

The Stars Are Twinkling



THE stars are twinkling in the sky,
As to the pit I go;
I think not of the sheen on high,
But of the gloom below.

Not rest nor peace, but toil and strife,
Do there the soul enthral;
And turn the precious cup of life
Into a cup of gall.

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Joseph Skipsey

Joseph Skipsey

Percy, Northumberland
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