Look at the stars! look, look up at the skies!
I look, I look. Each night when I wake at one o'clock, or two, I step onto the terrace and soak myself in the tropic night, the huge overarching star-spangled dark, and think inevitably of Gerard Manley Hopkins' "The Starlight Night."
O look at all the fire-folk sitting in the air!
The bright boroughs, the circle-citadels there!
Down in dim woods the diamond delves! the elves'-eyes!
The gray lawns cold where gold, where quickgold lies!
Wind-beat whitebeam! airy abeles set on a flare!
Flake-doves sent floating forth at farmyard scare!
Ah, well! it is all a purchase, all is a prize.