"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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Awesome I love it
nicely written poem and a good use of words I like this poem who wrote A beautiful prayer, remaining timid and submissive, only with an intense wish...... Lest you should grant me him.... too good
nicely written poem and a good use of words
I like this poem who wrote
A beautiful prayer, remaining timid and submissive, only with an intense wish ...... Lest you should grant me him. ... too good
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