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 on time;Up the dome of heaven
Like a great hill,
I watch them marching
Surely and still.And I know that I
Am honoured to be
witness
of so much majestySara Teasdale
D.M