The stars, a jolly company,

I envied, straying late and lonely;

And cried upon their revelry:

“O white companionship! You only

In love, in faith unbroken dwell,

Friends radiant and inseparable!”

Light-heart and glad they seemed to me

And merry comrades (even so

God out of Heaven may laugh to see

The happy crowds; and never know

That in his lone obscure distress

Each walketh in a wilderness).

But I, remembering, pitied well

And loved them, who, with lonely light,

In empty infinite spaces dwell,

Disconsolate. For, all the night,

I heard the thin gnat-voices cry,

Star to faint star, across the sky.