Stars

Most merciful

Look kindly

An impudent

Who wants sitting on.

This evening lateI went to the

And then to the

There were more

Than I could have expected,

Even I!

I was amazed,

Almighty,

August!

I was utterly dazed,

Omnipotent!

In a word I was floored,

Good God of Hosts—Lord!

That at this time of

They should still blaze away,

That thou hadst not

Or at least

Their white silver beauty—Was it spite?  Was it duty?