THE MOON AND HER STAR
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Some evenings fair, there comes a star To cite the beauteous moon afar, And travel close to her bright car; List’ning glad to the song she sings; Watching her spread her silver wings; Learning a chorus to her song; Trimming his lamp as he speeds along. Whether with oars he paddles the blue, Or whether on lightning wings he flew,— Whether he goes in a boat or car, I cannot see, for he is so far.
