This is the way the stars went up:

A storm of stars, a gale,

Yet far away, so far and high

That heaven was hushed and pale.

And where I lay, below the fern,

I felt the wind go by.

Over me laced the fronded green,

And over the leaves the sky.

I thought the stars a blossomy bough

On some enormous tree -

I thought the feathery arch of fern

A sky that brushed my knee

Whatever the meaning might have been

Was too profoundly kept.

Under the stars, beneath the fern,

I was earth, and slept.