Stars by Sara Teasdale


Image by Ray MacLean

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.

Similar Posts

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *