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.