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My Star

All, that I know  Of a certain

Is, it can throw  (Like the angled spar)Now a dart of red,  Now a dart of

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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Robert Browning

Robert Browning (7 May 1812 – 12 December 1889) was an English poet and playwright whose mastery of the dramatic monologue made him one of the f…

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