Now in the West the slender moon lies low, <br />And now Orion glimmers through the trees, <br />Clearing the earth with even pace and slow, <br />And now the stately-moving Pleiades, <br />In that soft infinite darkness overhead <br />Hang jewel-wise upon a silver thread. <br /> <br />And all the lonelier stars that have their place, <br />Calm lamps within the distant southern sky, <br />And planet-dust upon the edge of space, <br />Look down upon the fretful world, and I <br />Look up to outer vastness unafraid <br />And see the stars which sang when earth was made.<br /><br />Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stars-11/
