The Star

Across the tranquil Syrian nightIt flashed upon the shepherds' sight,Whose wondering, awe-filled gaze was turnedTo where its lambent beauty burned.

Soft-footed camels, stepping slow,Their shadows cast beneath its glow,As Magi, questing for a king,Followed its splendor, beckoning.

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