Enchanted by night,

                                     The stars I see,

These grand bright lights,

                                                Shone through hist'ry,

Bound for home,

                                 Sweet home of mine.

And they do roam,

                                   This roaming -- Sublime!

"Sleep" you say?

                                  On this spider's nest?

You sulk my way,

                                   Stealing of my rest.

Eight speedy spindleshanks,

                                                       Cacooning me in gossamer. -- Z.H.