Alone in the night <br />On a dark hill <br />With pines around me <br />Spicy and still, <br /> <br />And a heaven full of stars <br />Over my head, <br />White and topaz <br />And misty red; <br /> <br />Myriads with beating <br />Hearts of fire <br />That aeons <br />Cannot vex or tire; <br /> <br />Up the dome of heaven <br />Like a great hill, <br />I watch them marching <br />Stately and still, <br />And I know that I <br />Am honored to be <br />Witness <br />Of so much majesty.<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stars-4/
