The stars are like the clouds above,
They scatter through the night;
The whole world’s pulsing in that love
And drawing in the light.

Softly they sing through shadows deep
As fragrant night’s embrace;
The world of mortals drifts to sleep,
In cosmos’ vastness grace.

Yet in the earth, the breath of life
In harmony still flows;
For nature’s peace is wide as night —
And radiant periods grows.

• Joyce Kilmer