A little star bathing in the lights of God,
Fell of the light,
On the clod,
I saw her 'nd lost the sight.
After her all the men,
All the day,
Crept afar in the fen,
Crept away for the fay.
All the hearts got drunk,
All the brains were in funk,
All the veins of my heart
Turn'd blood into tar
But the beauty of the star,
On my heart shed the light,
To my eyes back my sight.
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But the beauty of the star, On my heart shed the light, To my eyes back my sight. it is beauty within heart that matters and it is lovely to be fully contended with out own heart....very nice poem to be read with........10 read mine sentimental fool