When All The Stars Become A Memory Comments

Oh such a wonderful imagery.....I liked it, my pick from this poem Your praise shall ’scape the grinding of the mills: My songs shall live to drive their blinding cars Through fiery apocalypse to Heaven’s bars!

When all the stars become a memory Hid in the heart of heaven: when the sun At last is resting from his weary run Sinking to glorious silence in the sea very beautiful images with strong personification.