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Red Stars of the Night
By Lizette Woodworth Reese
RED stars of the night
White flowers of the dawn,
My young golden lover
Has left me and gone.
From the songs on the shelf,
From the cloak gray as dew,
From the herbs in the garden,
From me and from you.
To a house in a field
With a fast-locked door;
And silence, dark silence,
From the roof to the floor.
