The stars cleave the sky. <br />Yet for us they rest, <br />And their race-course high <br />Is a shining nest! <br /> <br />The hours hurry on. <br />But where is thy flight, <br />Soft pavilion <br />Of motionless night? <br /> <br />Earth gives up her trees <br />To the holy air; <br />They live in the breeze; <br />They are saints at prayer! <br /> <br />Summer night, come from God, <br />On your beauty, I see, <br />A still wave has flowed <br />Of eternity!<br /><br />George MacDonald<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-improvisation/
