STARS

Like naked maidens

Dancing with no thought of lovers,

Blinking stars with dewy silver breasts

Pass through the darkness.

White and eager,

They glide on

Toward the gray meshed web of dawn

And the mystery of morning.

Then,

About me,

The white cloud walls

Stand as sternly as sepulchers,

And from all sides

Peer and linger the startled faces,

Pale in the harshness of the sunlight.