teach me your mood, O patient stars who climb each night the ancient sky leaving on space no shade, no scars no trace of age, no fear to die Ralph Waldo Emerson

I have been a multitude of shapes, Before I assumed a consistent form. I have been a sword, narrow, variegated, I have been a tear in the air, I have been in the dullest of stars. I have been a word among letters, I have been a book in the origin. Taliesin, sixth century C.E.