Stars

    Alone in the night On a dark hill With pines around me Spicy¹ and still,

    And a heaven full of stars Over my head, White and topaz And misty² red；

    Myriads³ with beating Hearts of fire That aeons Cannot vex⁴ or tire；

    Up the dome⁵ 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 majesty⁶.