She said, ‘Come from the window,
Dreamer, do not drift too far from me;
In other rooms the party’s growing old.
Leave off star-gazing for a time,
Leave Heaven to dance alone.
Come from the window;
Dreamer, unlike myself,
Heaven left alone will not grow bored.
The wonder you seek there
You yourself when younger formed.’
And she was right.
Though our longings do not end with what she says,
She was right. Without her help
Night would have been simply night,
The stars of little consequence, and not very bright.