( 6 ) NIGHT OF STARS

The sky immense, bejewelled with rain of stars,

Hangs over us:

The stars like a sudden explosion powder the zenith

With green and gold;

North-east, south-west the Milky Way's pale streamers

Flash past in flame;

The sky is a swirling cataract

Of fire, on high.

Over us the sky up to the zenith

Palpitates with tense glitter:

About our keel the foam bubbles and curdles

In phosphorescent joy.

Flame boils up to meet down-rushing flame

In the blue stillness.

Aloft a single orange meteor

Crashes down the sky.