Josephine Preston Peabody (Жозефина Престон Пибоди)
Candle-Light
When I've wished on my first star,
While the rest begin,
And the grass is waking up,
Oh, She calls us in!--
Then She calls us in.
But I wouldn't go, unless
I were sure there'd be
Something more like that, indoors,
Something more to see,--
Beautiful to see.
So She lights the candle then,
Where the shadows are,
And it stands, and holds its breath--
Then it makes a Star,--
Then it makes a Star!
I curl up for my good-night,
Dark, where I can see.
And I watch the Candle-light
Till It looks at me,
Oh, It looks at me!
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