Two stars arose above the mountain’s head,
Two stars looked down upon the world in bed;
Looked through the window-panes and saw the world at home,
From Babylon to Tyre, and Rome to Rome.
What if the stars, lifting their tiny lamps,
Were but like us, a couple of old tramps?
Heaven’s tramps the stars, blazing their trails they go,
From mountain-top to mountain-top and snow to snow.
