Star! Star, Why Dost Thou Shine Each Night Upon My Brow? Why Dost Thou Make Me Dream The Dreams That I Am Dreaming Now? Star! Star, Thy Home Is High -- I Am Of Humble Birth; Thy Feet Walk Shining O'Er The Sky, Mine, Only On The Earth. Star! Star, Why Make Me Dream? My Dreams Are All Untrue; And Why Is Sorrow Dark For Me And Heaven Bright For You? Star! Star, Oh, Hide Thy Ray, And Take It Off My Face; Within My Lowly Home I Stay, Thou, In Thy Lofty Place. Star! Star, And Still I Dream, Along Thy Light Afar I Seem To Soar Until I Seem To Be, Like You, A Star.