Night of Stars

The sky immense, bejewelled with rain of stars, Hangs over us: The stars like a sudden explosion powder the zenith With green and gold; North-east, south-west the Milky Way's pale streamers Flash past in flame; The sky is a swirling cataract Of fire, on high.

Over us the sky up to the zenith Palpitates with tense glitter: About our keel the foam bubbles and curdles In phosphorescent joy. Flame boils up to meet down-rushing flame In the blue stillness. Aloft a single orange meteor Crashes down the sky.