Stars

The stars are shining, silver bright,
In the velvet cloak of night;
Each twinkle, each celestial glow,
Tells secrets of the world below.

Oh, how they dance! Oh, how they play!
In myriad forms, in bright array;
A tapestry woven from dreams and sighs,
Embroidered in the vast, dark skies.

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow