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 dartless 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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