Thursday Text: Stars

My most recent poetry class (6 or 7 years ago) introduced me to Sara Teasdale. Her poems are generally on the short side and are very descriptive and beautiful. I just learned that she was from St. Louis. This poem especially spoke to me:

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.