Stars

by 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; 

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.