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.