How they shine, those mizzen stars, whose pale light lies between pure darkness and bright dawn. What decorations they make, twinkling like broken glass. How we below do mark their mighty course, do wonder at their turning majesty.
I gazed upon the uncountable, counting what I could, loving what I saw.
Enchanting stars above, how wonderful and dear your little light, what comfort through this minor death you give. Oh how sweet is sleep when my eyes grow drunk on you, how pleasant is the day when memories of you prevail.
The beauty of the stars, their ancient mysteries, I love. I love to gaze upon heaven clothed in night, the sky naked in darkness.
How lovely is this work, this craftsmanship beyond all works of man. As like it were dust, these we know as giants are littered over our heads, set to turn by a loving hand. I take comfort through the night, gazing on these little promises.
Tale Told 
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