Had I but seen the sun
And followed down the moon
With eyes that wondered at the stars,
What things I could have done!
For every sun I saw, I could have found another
And every moon I marveled at, I would have flown around.
For every star we gazed at, Mother,
I would have pulled one down.
But you have never seen your son,
And when your vision fades,
Who will lead you by the hand,
As I’d have gladly done?
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