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...INEVITABLY (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE BLACK RUNNER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JOHN CABANIS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS PLAINT OF THE DISGUSTED BRITON IN THE STATES by GEORGE SANTAYANA ONE AT PLAY IN THE FIELDS OF by KAREN SWENSON THE STATE OF WYOMING by KAREN SWENSON MEETING AND PASSING by ROBERT FROST |