Stars

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;

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.