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The Star
Van Turner, 1990


I
Upon a night I hapt
To look into a star
And found myself quite rapt


With wonder near and far.
It was a star with lights
I had not seen, by far.


The star with many lights
Did beat with even beat
As though a heart gave life.


II
A cry was heard across
The evening sky; I looked
To see the star was lost!


It fell so hard it shook
The ground and all the lights
Went dim. My breath it took


Away when gone from sight
And fear into my soul
Did creep, for that was might.


III
What force could strike a star
Aground I woundered while
Across the strips of tar


As swift as wind the miles
Did pass! I found the place
The star did land and fright


My heart and soul did take;
For there I saw a sight
No man was meant to face.


IV
There was a maid in white
With gold for hair and gems
For eyes; so young, so bright.


To home I went, the glen
I crossed and straight to bed
I put the maid to mend.


For days I sat, a bed
In need was I, and then
She woke, no white but red.


V
The red soon passed and she
Could speak, "My home is high,
But I will stay with thee."


Too young was she for my
Old bones, so free I set
The angel girl and cry


I did when she had let
Her lips upon my own
To fall. For home she set,


VI
And to this day I do
Not know the whereabouts
Of this sweet child for whom


A star was lost, put out.
And dim the sky remained
Until the star turned 'bout


The moon. But then I came
To know my child did rest
In peace with love not pain.

 

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