"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

Comments (16)

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
My only wish I dare not say- Lest you should grant me him..... Brilliant expression to expose the obsessive heart. Enjoyed.
Sounds like Dorothy knew what she wanted - but was at the same time fearful that she would be granted him. Perhaps it had something to do with the mention of a liar.... Miss Parker was an absolute pistol!
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