
A speaker's star flashes red and blue until friends express a wish to see it too; then it stops. The speaker says Saturn must suffice for the friends and loves the star for having opened its soul to the speaker.
By Robert Browning · Genre: Lyric Poetry, Love Poetry · 137 words
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.
My Star is listed on Textopian as a poem by Robert Browning, dated Date unknown.
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starlight · perception · personal devotion · personification