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.
I am busy working to bring Alice Corbin's "The Silver Ball" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
In the meantime, I invite you to explore the poem's themes, structure, and meaning. You can also check out the gallery for other musical arrangements or learn more about Alice Corbin's life and contributions to literature.
Check back soon to experience how "The Silver Ball" transforms when verse meets melody—a unique journey that makes poetry accessible, engaging, and profoundly moving in new ways.