All, that I know <br /> Of a certain star <br /> Is, it can throw <br /> (Like the angled spar) <br /> Now a dart of red, <br /> Now a dart of blue <br /> Till my friends have said <br /> They would fain see, too, <br />My star that dartles the red and the blue! <br />Then it stops like a bird; like a flower, hangs furled: <br /> They must solace themselves with the Saturn above it. <br />What matter to me if their star is a world? <br /> Mine has opened its soul to me; therefore I love it.<br /><br />Robert Browning<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-star/
