Stars

Most merciful God

Look kindly upon

An impudent child

Who wants sitting on.

This evening late

I went to the door

And then to the gate

There were more stars—more

Than I could have expected,

Even I!

I was amazed,

Almighty, August!

I was utterly dazed,

Omnipotent!  Just

In a word I was floored,

Good God of Hosts—Lord!

That at this time of day

They should still blaze away,

That thou hadst not rejected

Or at least circumspected

Their white silver beauty—

Was it spite?  Was it duty?