My °
All that I know
Of a certain star
Is, it can throw °4
(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!
10Then it stops like a bird; like a flower, hangs furled:
°11They 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.