There Will Be Stars

by Sara Teasdale

There will be stars over the place forever;
  Though the house we loved and the street we loved are lost,
Every time the earth circles her orbit
  On the night the autumn equinox is crossed,
Two stars we knew, poised on the peak of midnight
  Will reach their zenith; stillness will be deep;
There will be stars over the place forever,
  There will be stars forever, while we sleep.


Monadnock Valley Press > Teasdale