For the stars are young and they need company,
And to accompany, a company is me.
And so sleep I naught,
For my dreams are fraught,
With the lonely lonliness here.
A moon I spy,
So clever, so shy,
She peeks, the sunlit dear.
And the stars they trot,
In a seeming froth,
Of a milky midnight ball.
And I sit and watch,
This farce, in this thatch,
Of pines and maple trees,
For the stars are young,
And joyous them among,
I sit, enraptured and cheer.
A ball that shall go on for years.
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