Solitaire
One star
Upon the hill
Enough to make
The heart go still,
As it often does
When I see
Your shy look
Glance down at me.
Lovely now,
You always gleam,
Distant
From the ways of men;
But weave such magic
Out of grace,
And cast dark spells
By your face.
Lovely then
And lovely still,
Glimmering star
Upon the hill.