Immensity

Mabel Esther Allan 

You go at night into immensity,

Leaving this green earth, where hawthorn flings

Pale stars on hedgerows, and our serenity

Is twisted into strange shapes; my heart never sings

Now on spring mornings, for you fly at nightfall

From this earth, I know

Toward the clear stars, and over all

Those dark seas and waiting towns you go;

And when you come to me

There are fearful dreams in your eyes,

And remoteness. Oh, God! I see

How far away you are,

Who may so soon meet death beneath an alien star.