Star Light, Star Bright —

Star Light, Star Bright — by Dorothy Parker

“Star, that gives a gracious dole,

What I am to choose?

Oh, will it be a shriven soul,

Or little buckled shoes?

Shall I wish a wedding-ring,

Bright, 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 your 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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