that darkling brightness which falls from the stars.

A certain darkness is needed to see the stars.

There must be darkness to see the stars.

Some less refined, beneath the moon's pale light
Pursue the stars that shoot athwart the night

And we came forth to contemplate the stars.

Now dews precipitate the night,
And setting stars to rest invite.

Poets say science takes away from the beauty of the stars - mere globs of gas atoms. I, too, can see the stars on a desert night, and feel them. But do I see less or more?

We shall find peace. We shall hear angels, we shall see the sky sparkling with diamonds.

The flowering sweetness of the stars,

And thence we came forth to see again the stars

But how you'd please me, night! without those stars
Whose light speaks in a language I have known!
Since I seek for the black, the blank, the bare!

If the stars should appear but one night every thousand years how man would marvel and adore.

In the star-filled dark we cook
Our macaroni and eat
By lantern light. Stars cluster
Around our table like fireflies.

We have reason to be grateful for celestial phenomena, for they chiefly answer to the ideal in man. The stars are distant and unobtrusive, but bright and enduring as our fairest and most memorable experiences.