STARS (by Sara Teasdale)

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.