I could stand and look at the stars all night,
For months that were years they have prisoned my stars;
My silver-veiled Venus and red-hooded Mars
Were fettered and framed by the merciless bars,
That shaded their glory or shivered their light.
I will stand and look at the stars all night;
I will wait in the shadow and lee of the tower
Till morning shall come, with his magical power—
Perhaps in the flame of that wonderful hour
The prison shall tremble and pass from my sight.