The Starlit Night
Star-sown skies, angels leap, O what in swang and cry, sad to speak! Down a road toward, as it grows bright, And round, round, facilitates flight.
Versed here I hear, that in the far, The main madding peaceful star.
In the snow without you, I sing, it will be! You were my ship and all seen, can be divine! What beholds, shuts, and passes free.
- Gerard Manley Hopkins