text: Now in the West the slender moon lies low,
  And now Orion glimmers through the trees,
  Clearing the earth with even pace and slow,
  And now the stately-moving Pleiades,
  In that soft infinite darkness overhead
  Hang jewel-wise upon a silver thread.
  
  And all the lonelier stars that have their place,
  Calm lamps within the distant southern sky,
  And planet-dust upon the edge of space,
  Look down upon the fretful world, and I
  Look up to outer vastness unafraid
  And see the stars which sang when earth was made.