Poem by Sara Teasdale

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.

1. Dusk in War Time
2. Enough
3. Riches
4. Houses of Dreams
5. Joy

Wallace Thurman Stars ("Earth turns")

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