Looking up at the stars, I know quite well <br />That, for all they care, I can go to hell, <br />But on earth indifference is the least <br />We have to dread from man or beast. <br /> <br />How should we like it were stars to burn <br />With a passion for us we could not return? <br />If equal affection cannot be, <br />Let the more loving one be me. <br /> <br />Admirer as I think I am <br />Of stars that do not give a damn, <br />I cannot, now I see them, say <br />I missed one terribly all day. <br /> <br />Were all stars to disappear or die, <br />I should learn to look at an empty sky <br />And feel its total dark sublime, <br />Though this might take me a little time.<br /><br />WH Auden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-more-loving-one/
