Ad Astra

by Frank Dempster Sherman

Blossom, little stars, and fill
The garden of the sky;
Drops of wine that you distil
Upon the grasses lie.

Every thirsty blade holds up
A blessing to the blue,
Every thirsty flower its cup
Fills with the heaven's dew.

Blossom, little stars of love,
In my beloved's heart;
Blossom like the stars above,
And into gladness start.

Far beneath you there is one
Who dares a cup to raise:
He has thirsted in the sun
These many dreary days.

Blossom, blossom soon, and bring
Love's gladness and the wine
To revive the hopes that spring
Up in this heart of mine.