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. In a Cuban Garden
2. Understanding
3. Bells
4. The Nights Remember
5. Let It Be Forgotten

Wallace Thurman Stars ("Earth turns")

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