Stars

   Now in the West the slender moon lies low,
   And now Orion glimmers through the trees,
   Clearing the earth with even pace and slow,
   And now the stately-moving Pleiades,
   In that soft infinite darkness overhead
   Hang jewel-wise upon a silver thread.
   And all the lonelier stars that have their place,
   Calm lamps within the distant southern sky,
   And planet-dust upon the edge of space,
  Look down upon the fretful world, and I
  Look up to outer vastness unafraid
  And see the stars which sang when earth was made.