Explore "The Pleiades" by Amy Lowell on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
By day you cannot see the sky / For it is up so very high.
You look and look, but it's so blue / That you can never see right through.
But when night comes it is quite plain, / And all the stars are there again.
They seem just like old friends to me, / I've known them all my life you see.
There is the dipper first, and there / Is Cassiopeia in her chair, / Orion's belt, the Milky Way, / And lots I know but cannot say.
One group looks like a swarm of bees, / Papa says they're the Pleiades; / But I think they must be the toy / Of some nice little angel boy.
Perhaps his jackstones which to-day / He has forgot to put away, / And left them lying on the sky / Where he will find them bye and bye.
I wish he'd come and play with me.
We'd have such fun, for it would be / A most unusual thing for boys / To feel that they had stars for toys!