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.
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Before I started writing my blog I would never read poetry or even be inclined to think I might want to write. Sara changed all that with her simple beauty and feeling. Thanks for posting!
Thank you for your comment. Sara Teasdale’s poetry speaks heart to heart. Have a great day. Ray
It was indeed and I’m grateful for your warm wish! 💕