In happy mood I love the hush <br />Of the lone creatures of God's hand, <br />But when I hate I want the rush <br />Of storms that trample sea and land. <br /> <br />The stars are out beyond the storms <br />Which are my kin, and they are cold <br />And critical, and creep in swarms <br />To guess what could be never told.<br /><br />Thomas MacDonagh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-stars-18/
