There will be rest, and sure stars shining
Over the roof-tops crowned with snow,
A reign of rest, serene forgetting,The music of stillness holy and low.
I will make this world of my devising
Out of a dream in my lonely mind.
I shall find the crystal of peace, – above me
Stars I shall find.
-- Sara Teasdale
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