Indigo midnight, shooting stars
and a wish to have a wish.
As desiring as darling, Mary Grace.

Only to wake to yesterday's anguish.

For even Robert Frost
did not see this road.
t'was like an encounter with Eurydice
taken away upon sight.

For the wish was seized as t'was granted.
So the old sky and his throbin' want,
sat him through star-free midnight.