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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 hillI watch them marching
Stately and still
And I know that I
Am honored to be
Witness
Of so much majesty
This rendition of Sara Teasdale’s hauntingly beautiful poem, Stars, as composed by Ēriks Ešenvalds in 2011, speaks to the vastness of the wonder that is nature. Teasdale admired the stars, the beating hearts of fire, that shone alongside her in what was a truly lonely life. It reminds us of the immeasurable majesty of the universe.
Performed by the TUKS Camerata
Conducted by Michael Barrett