My Star(Poem)

All that I know

Of a certain star Is,

it can throw (Like the angled spar)

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:

They must solace themselves with the Saturn above it.

What matter to me if their star is a world?

Mine has opened its soul to me, therefore

I love it.

--Robert Browning