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TO STARS by FRANCIS THOMPSON

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First Line: YOU, MY UNREST, AND NIGHT'S TRANQUILLITY
Last Line: OUR LOVE WOULD DO HER HURT -- OH, THINK OF THAT, MY STARS!
Subject(s): STARS;
YOU, my unrest, and Night's tranquillity,
Bringers of peace to it, and pang to me:
You that on heaven and on my heart cast fire,
To heaven a purging light, my heart unpurged desire;
Bright juts for foothold to the climbing sight
Which else must slip from the steep infinite;
Reared standards which the sequent centuries
Snatch, each from his forerunner's grasp who dies,
To lead our forlorn hope upon the skies;
Bells that from night's great bell-tower hang in gold,
Whereon God rings His changes manifold;
Meek guides and daughters to the blinded heaven
In OEdipean, remitless wandering driven;
The burning rhetoric, quenchless oratory,
Of the magniloquent and all-suasive sky;
I see and feel you -- but to feel and see
How two child-eyes have dulled a firmament for me.

Once did I bring her, hurt upon her bed,
Flowers we had loved together; brought, and said: --
'I plucked them; yester-morn you liked them wild.'
And then she laid them on my eyes, and smiled.
And now, poor Stars, your fairness is not fair,
Because I cannot gather it for her;
I cannot sheave you in my arms, and say: --
'See, sweet, you liked these yester-eve; like them for @3me@1 to-day!'

She has no care, my Stars, of you or me;
She has no care, we tire her speedily;
She has no care, because she cannot see --
She cannot see, who sees not past her sight.
We are set too high, we tire her with our height:
Her years are small, and ill to strain above.
She may not love us: wherefore keep we love
To her who may not love us -- you and I?
And yet you thrill down towards her, even as I,
With all your golden eloquence held in mute.
We may not plead, we may not plead our suit;
Our winged love must beat against its bars:
For should she enter once within those guarding bars,
Our love would do her hurt -- oh, think of that, my Stars!



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