Beautiful Life
Alone in the night / On a dark hill / With pines around me / Spicy and still, /// And a heaven full of stars / Over my head, / White and topaz / And misty red; Myriads with beating / Hearts of fire / That aeons / Cannot vex or tire; /// Up the dome of heaven / Like a great hill, / I watch them marching / Stately and still, And I know that I / Am honored to be / Witness / Of so much majesty.
