When the bat's on the wing and the bird's in the tree, Comes the starlighter, whom none may see. First in the West where the low hills are, He touches his wand to the Evening Star. Then swiftly he runs on his rounds on high, Till he's lit every lamp in the dark blue sky.

Gaily the Troubadour, The Starlighter (p. 190), E.P. Dutton & Company, Inc. 1936