Dorothy Parker

“Star Light, Star Bright—”

Star, that gives a gracious dole,
 What am I to choose?
Oh, will it be a shriven soul,
 Or little buckled shoes?
 
Shall I wish a wedding-ring,
 Bright and thin and round,
Or plead you send me covering–
 A newly spaded mound?
 
Gentle beam, shall I implore
 Gold, or sailing-ships,
Or beg I hate forevermore
 A pair of lying lips?
 
Swing you low or high away,
 Burn you hot or dim;
My only wish I dare not say–
 Lest you should grant me him.
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