Sweet Star, of beauty bright
Why must you flee into the night?
Why cloak yourself in dark
At the sound of little lark?
Dear Moon, of face like snow
Why your cool light you shan’t bestow?
Why must you leave my sight
When the Morning’s rays take flight?
Cruel Sun, of heart like fire
Why must you of your sister tire?
Why shunt her far away
Can you not live in peace one day?
Can lights like yours not mingle?
To light my humble shingles?
Or t’wards entities as such
Does a young girl ask too much?