24 March 2006

Poetry Friday

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.

2 comments:

Zee said...

Oh... that is beautiful. :)

I had not read that one before. Thanks for sharing!

It's Me, Maven... said...

I am there in the pine grove...