Sara Teasdale

(August 8, 1884 – January 29, 1933 / Missouri / United States)

Stars - Poem 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
The 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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  • (11/6/2015 9:49:00 PM)


    .............wonderful poem, so nice to witness such majesty ★ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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