"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.

by Dorothy Parker

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Very very tender, she is sending her thoughts to her lover as he lies asleep at night, and sending her love via birds at his window. Her unconditional love was really half fanticy, and half reality, so she had to live through her days and nights sending in her mind how much she loved him..