Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven,
Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels. ~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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.
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. ~Evelyn Scott
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