Celestial Theft

If every star in the night,
shined as glorious, shined as bright,
as the one I gaze at with my eyes,
'twould fill too full the midnight skies.

Oh that I could hold in my hand,
that star so golden, star so grand,
to see its beauty and feel it close;
it sheds light on life so morose.

Would that it be so very fair?
And should I venture, should I dare
to pluck such beauty from its home,
deprive the world, call it my own?

Have I such gall to up and snatch?
Beauty so real, beauty unmatched?
Or shall I share this shining star,
with people here and lands afar...

By latter's will I'll sit at night,
wishing to abscond with light.
It is not mine, but still I'll share,
its radiant beauty, stark and rare.