Classic Poem

Some souls are children
Who were sent to earth
Without any tools to build
Walls against dearth.

There they sit, long-time,
Looking to the sky,
Without any warm thing
And winter near by.

Frail wings that remember
A flight above a Down, —
Why were they prisoned
In a stone town?

How did they stray at all
Down to such a star —
Dreamers who cannot see
Things as they are?

Or is it these only
Who see things true?
Raptured and lonely,
Sheltered by Blue.