The Silver Ball

Alice Corbin

1881 to 1949

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Ever before my feet I cast
A silver ball;
The world turns, and the winds cry,
And the seas fall,

But ever before my feet
The silver ball
Shows me a path of light
Where the stars call.

At times I stand in the midst
Of the silver ball,
Radiant, crystal moon,
Flooding all;

And then, so small at my feet,
The silver ball
I catch and hurl in the air
Over the trees tall;

And out of the changing world,
The silver ball
Guides me over the ancient way
Where the stars call;

And never I turn aside
From the ancient way,
But I follow the silver ball
Night and day.