Vesper Song for Commuters

The stars are kind to Marathon,
How low, how close, they lean!
They jostle one another
And do their best to please —
Indeed, they are so neighbourly
That in the twilight green
One reaches out to pick them
Behind the poplar trees.

The stars are kind to Marathon,
And one particular
Bright planet (which is Vesper)
Most lucid and serene,
Is waiting by the railway bridge,
The Good Commuter's Star,
The Star of Wise Men coming home
On time, at 6:15!
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