"My Star", by Robert Browning

[med_cat]

My Star

All that I know
Of a certain star
Is that 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
The 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 matters to me that their star is a world?
Mine has opened its soul to me; therefore I love it!

(Robert Browning)
~~
P.S. Today is Poem in Your Pocket Day, and this poem comes from minoanmiss , from whom I had learned about this day (and who had sent postcards with this poem and her illustration of it, in previous years)