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