“Stars” is a poem by Sara Teasdale that describes the beauty of a starry night sky. The speaker is alone on a hill surrounded by pines, above them the heaven is full of stars. As they watch the stars they feel honored to witness such timelessness and majesty. A short but beautiful poem about nature’s grandeur. Read an analysis of this poem at PoemAnalysis.

Stars

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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