Men and Women

My Star

Robert Browning

                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.

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