While the rest begin,

And the grass is waking up,

Oh, She calls us in!—

Then She calls us in.

But I wouldn't go, unless

I were sure there'd be

Something more like that, indoors,

Something more to see,—

Beautiful to see.

So She lights the candle then,

Where the shadows are,

And it stands, and holds its breath—

Then it makes a Star,—

Then it makes a Star!

I curl up for my good-night,

Dark, where I can see.

And I watch the Candle-light

Till It looks at me,

Oh, It looks at me!

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