The stars came out. The thousand million stars,
So, so, so many, bright and yet not bright
Enough to stop the desperate need for light.
Stars, little stars, so different and unknown
So strange and terrible. No culture bars
Destruction anymore, no mind, no sense
Can overwhelm the need suddenly grown
To find or make a light. In ages hence
Wise men may smile, as indeed we did,
At folly, sudden as a catching spark
In our dark-maddened minds - but let them grin
For with the suns all gone, all sunlight hid
And nothing but the starlight streaming in
We cry for light, and see only the dark.
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