The stars, as fiery flames of light

Some near to us, some out of sight

Pictures picked out and fast of flight

The travellers eyes, all shining bright

What pleasure to a wondrous night!

When lying down, they seem so near

A comfort that you must not fear

The eyes that see a glistening tear

The sparkle in an eye so dear.

A silence where you can not hear

They stay there, unfit for buying

A movement? Or are they lying?

Soft, gentle, But strong and trying

Time draws on with lulled and crying

Morning comes and they are dying.

Their special magic will yet keep

O'er mountains high and water deep

In the essence, after a weep

And at the place where they do peep

To lull the young children to sleep.

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