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Tho' I am very old and wise, / And you are neither wise nor old, / When I look far into your eyes, / I know things I was never told: / I know how flame must strain and fret / Prisoned in a mortal net; / How joy with over-eager wings, / Bruises the small heart where he sings; / How too much life, like too much gold, / Is sometimes very hard to hold. .
All that is talking -- I know / This much is true, six years ago / An angel living near the moon / Walked thru the sky and sang a tune / Plucking stars to make his crown -- / And suddenly two stars fell down, / Two falling arrows made of light.
Six years ago this very night / I saw them fall and wondered why / The angel dropped them from the sky -- / But when I saw your eyes I knew / The angel sent the stars to you.