Blue Stars and Gold

While walking through the trams and cars I chanced to look up at the sky, And saw that it was full of stars.

So starry-sown that you could not, With any care, have stuck a pin Through any single vacant spot.

And some were shining furiously, And some were big and some were small. But all were beautiful to see.

Blue stars and gold, a sky of grey. The air between a velvet pall ; I could not take my eyes away.

And there I sang this little psalm Most awkwardly, because I was Standing between a car and tram.