Classic Poem

Starlight shall find me on the hills to-night —
The moon shall make a pathway for my feet,
And the rich earth shall be divinely sweet,
And heaven a dome of blue-and-gold delight.
I shall stand breathless on the dizzy height,
And see the dust of other worlds repeat
Their glowing miracle; and my retreat
Shall be as still as eagles in their flight.

Wonder of stars, and marvel of the moon,
My senses cannot grasp you through the years.
Once, as a child, on a deep night in June,
I watched you through a little veil of tears.
And so it shall be ever. Still I swoon
In spirit when your flaming host appears.