Robert Browning. My Star.

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.



Browning, Robert, The Poems of Robert Browning. Vol. I. London: Penguin, 580. Print.


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