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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WITH BEST WISHES by DOROTHY PARKER FOR ONCE, THEN, SOMETHING by ROBERT FROST CATAWBA WINE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW HOMAGE TO QUINTUS SEPTIMIUS FLORENTIS CHRISTIANUS (1) by ANYTE INTRODUCTORY VERSES TO MARIA HACK by BERNARD BARTON VERSES TO AN INFANT by BERNARD BARTON |