Stars tell white lies each night, they wink and lie
And promise us our dreams, the dreams they steal
Away into a sunrise, to conceal
In leaded pots where rainbows go to die;
And when the careless night comes by the by
And shouts: "look up, look up!" the stars reveal
Your hopes, dreams, thoughts, a future so unreal
That even hapless lovers dare not fly;
And still they wink and whisper every night
As if to tell your secrets, tell your dreams,
The very things they promised not to share,
And left bereft you wonder how it seems
You ever trusted to that distant light
Long whence the stars that lived and died were there.