Poem: Stars Author: Sara Teasdale Song: Paint The Sky With 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 />
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