I went out at night alone;
The young blood flowing beyond the sea
Seemed to have drenched my spirit’s wings
I bore my sorrow heavily.
But when I lifted up my head
From shadows shaken on the snow,
I saw Orion in the east
Burn steadily as long ago.
Years go, dreams go and youth goes too,
The world’s heart breaks beneath its wars,
All things are changed, save in the east
The faithful beauty of the stars.”
~ Sara Teasdale,