My Star


All that I know
Of a certain star
Is, it can throw
(Like the angled spar�) 4
Now a dart of red,
Now a dart of blue;
Till my friends have said
They would fain see, too,
My star that dartles the red and the blue!

Then it stops like a bird; like a flower, hangs furled: 10
They must solace themselves with the Saturn� above it. 11
What matter to me if their star is a world?
Mine has opened its soul to me; therefore I love it.

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