The Starlet

There stood a star in the heaven's blue,
And it sparkled so sweetly bright,
A milder glance I never knew,
And it filled me with delight.

Methought all beauty and loveliness met
In its softly-twinkling beam;
I watched the bright star till I saw it set,
In a still and happy dream.

Each night 'mid the dew of the flowers I lay,
And intently gazed on the star,
Till the misty veil of the morning gray
Hung over the hills afar.

But since I have met thee, charmer dear,
The star has no longer my love;
I seek not the bliss that invites me here,
In the blue of the heaven above.
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