Today’s Poem ~ My Star

My Star

Robert Browning

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.

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