Robert Browning: Poems

All that I know

Of a certain star

Is, it can throw

(Like the angled spar deg.) deg.4

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: 10

They must solace themselves with the Saturn deg. above it. deg.11

What matter to me if their star is a world?

Mine has opened its soul to me; therefore I love it.