Monday, September 06, 2010


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 
Of so much majesty.

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