Sara Teasdale: Stars

Stars

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