One of the poems I memorized as a child, it paints a picture of the awe and wonder of a star-filled night — something everyone can't see, especially with light pollution and air pollution. So if you haven't met Sara Teasdale, let me introduce her...Sara Teasdale (1884-1933) 

Stars

Alone in the night

On a dark hill

With pines around me

Spicy and still, 

And a heaven full of stars

Over my head

White and topaz

And misty red; 

Myriads with beating

Hearts of fire

The aeons

Cannot vex or tire; 

Up the dome of heaven

Like a great hill

I watch them marching

Stately and still. 

And I know that I

Am honored to be

Witness

Of so much majesty.

This poem is in the public domain. And if you'd like to listen to it spoken, go here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WLG-QnMbUUI

This is a fascinating book. I mentioned it in: 

THE NATURE COURSE

PART 2, MESSAGE 17

You are Stardust

You are Golden

You are made of flowers