Stars

Alone in the night

On a dark hill

With pines around me

Spicy and still,

And a heaven full of stars

Over my head,

White and topaz

And misty red;

Myriads with beating

Hearts of fire

The aeons

Cannot vex or tire;

The dome of heaven

Like a great hill,

I know I

Am honored to be

Witness

Of so much majesty.

Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)