The skies are strown with stars, <br />The streets are fresh with dew <br />A thin moon drifts to westward, <br />The night is hushed and cheerful. <br />My thought is quick with you. <br /> <br />Near windows gleam and laugh, <br />And far away a train <br />Clanks glowing through the stillness: <br />A great content's in all things, <br />And life is not in vain.<br /><br />William Ernest Henley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-skies-are-strown-with-stars/
