Star Light Star Bright Poem

Star Light Star Bright Poem (a Nursery Rhyme with Similar Examples)

Star Light Star Bright poem conveys a serene mood. Uses calming phrases such as soft, dim, and desire. It adds little intensity, making it neither thrilling nor depressing.

Star Light Star Bright Poem

Star Light Star Bright Poem

The poet determines what he wants to wish for the star in this poem. “Star Light, Star Bright” is a classic nursery rhyme that dates back to the late 1800s in America.

It is one of the most well-known nursery rhymes, with its origins in the widely held belief that if you see a falling star, you can make a wish that will be granted.

People have long been fascinated by stars, and the beauty of such uncommon events as witnessing a shooting star in the sky has led to the assumption that something magnificent must be occurring.

Star Light, Star Bright

Nursery Rhyme

Star light, star bright,
First star I see tonight.
I wish I may, I wish I might
Have the wish I wish tonight;
That always may your love be shining bright,
Just like that first star I see tonight.

Stars give, stars shine;
Makes our whole world seem fine.
Stars can do what they do;
All the rest is up to you.
Never let peace out of sight,
Just like that first star I see tonight.

As your bright and tiny spark
Lights the trav’ler in the dark,
Though I know not what you are.
When the blazing sun is gone,
When he nothing shines upon,
When you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle all the night.

Twinkle, twinkle little star, (S2 sings: Star light, star bright)
First star I see tonight.
I wish I may, I wish I might
Have the wish I wish tonight.

Star song, love song,
I hope it won’t be long,
Before you’re home and in my arms.
Then we’ll both be safe from harm,
And then we’ll know our love is shining bright,
Just like that first star that I see tonight.


Similar Poems to Star Light Star Bright

1. Star Light, Star Bright by Dorothy Parker  

Star, that gives a gracious dole,
  What am I to choose?
Oh, will it be a shriven soul,
  Or little buckled shoes?

Shall I wish a wedding-ring,
  Bright and thin and round,
Or plead you send me covering-
  A newly spaded mound?

Gentle beam, shall I implore
  Gold, or sailing-ships,
Or beg I hate forevermore
  A pair of lying lips?

Swing you low or high away,
  Burn you hot or dim;
My only wish I dare not say-
  Lest you should grant me him.

2. Bright Star by John Keats

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art—
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors—
No—yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever—or else swoon to death.

3. Ah Moon – and Star! by Emily Dickinson

Ah, Moon—and Star!
You are very far—
But were no one
Farther than you—
Do you think I’d stop
For a Firmament—
Or a Cubit—or so?

I could borrow a Bonnet
Of the Lark—
And a Chamois’ Silver Boot—
And a stirrup of an Antelope—
And be with you—Tonight!

But, Moon, and Star,
Though you’re very far—
There is one—farther than you—
He—is more than a firmament—from Me—
So I can never go!


4. The Starlight Night by Gerard Manley Hopkins

Look at the stars! look, look up at the skies!
O look at all the fire-folk sitting in the air!
The bright boroughs, the circle-citadels there!
Down in dim woods the diamond delves! the elves’-eyes!
The grey lawns cold where gold, where quickgold lies!
Wind-beat whitebeam! airy abeles set on a flare!
Flake-doves sent floating forth at a farmyard scare!
Ah well! it is all a purchase, all is a prize.

Star Light Star Bright Poem

5. Stars, I Have Seen Them Fall by A. E. Housman

Stars, I have seen them fall,
But when they drop and die
No star is lost at all
From all the star-sown sky.
The toil of all that be
Helps not the primal fault;
It rains into the sea,
And still the sea is salt.

6.The Embankment by T. E. Hulme

Once, in finesse of fiddles found I ecstasy,
In a flash of gold heels on the hard pavement.
Now see I
That warmth’s the very stuff of poesy.
Oh, God, make small
The old star-eaten blanket of the sky,
That I may fold it round me and in comfort lie.

7. The More Loving One by W. H. Auden

Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
But on earth indifference is the least
We have to dread from man or beast.

How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.

Admirer as I think I am
Of stars that do not give a damn,
I cannot, now I see them, say
I missed one terribly all day.

Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total dark sublime,
Though this might take me a little time.


8. Stars Over The Dordogne by Sylvia Plath

Stars are dropping thick as stones into the twiggy
Picket of trees whose silhouette is darker
Than the dark of the sky because it is quite starless.
The woods are a well. The stars drop silently.
They seem large, yet they drop, and no gap is visible.
Nor do they send up fires where they fall
Or any signal of distress or anxiousness.
They are eaten immediately by the pines.

Where I am at home, only the sparsest stars
Arrive at twilight, and then after some effort.
And they are wan, dulled by much travelling.
The smaller and more timid never arrive at all
But stay, sitting far out, in their own dust.
They are orphans. I cannot see them. They are lost.
But tonight they have discovered this river with no trouble,
They are scrubbed and self-assured as the great planets.

The Big Dipper is my only familiar.
I miss Orion and Cassiopeia’s Chair. Maybe they are
Hanging shyly under the studded horizon
Like a child’s too-simple mathematical problem.
Infinite number seems to be the issue up there.
Or else they are present, and their disguise so bright
I am overlooking them by looking too hard.
Perhaps it is the season that is not right.

And what if the sky here is no different,
And it is my eyes that have been sharpening themselves?
Such a luxury of stars would embarrass me.
The few I am used to are plain and durable;
I think they would not wish for this dressy backcloth
Or much company, or the mildness of the south.
They are too puritan and solitary for that—
When one of them falls it leaves a space,

A sense of absence in its old shining place.
And where I lie now, back to my own dark star,
I see those constellations in my head,
Unwarmed by the sweet air of this peach orchard.
There is too much ease here; these stars treat me too well.
On this hill, with its view of lit castles, each swung bell
Is accounting for its cow. I shut my eyes
And drink the small night chill like news of home.

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