Fair is the white star of twilight and the sky's clearer at the day's end
But he is fairer and he is dearer
He is my heart's friend
Far starts and fair in the skies bending.
Lower stars of hearth fires and wood smoke ascending.
The meadows- lark nested
The nights hawk is winging
Home through the star-shine the hunger comes singing
Fair is the white star of twilight and moon roving
To the sky's end
But he is fairer, better worth loving he is my heart's friend
This is very touching, Leslie. I hope you shared it with your heart's friend.
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