I ask not for the highest, brightest star
On which to dwell;
But give me a little twinkling one
So near the earth I love
That I can smell
The pines upon the mountains
And the sweet breath of wild roses
By the lanes;
And hear the gentle lowing of cattle
In clover meadows
Where timid new-born foal
Toss their silken manes--
A little star so near to earth that I,
When looking down
At dusk upon a quiet town,
Can watch the stars come out among the trees
And name them, lingering long
Upon the one I love.
I ask not for the highest,brightest star
But a twinkling one not far from earth, not far.
