Robert Browning (Ðîáåðò Áðàóíèíã)

My Star

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. 

1. Abt Vogler
2. How It Strikes a Contemporary
3. An Epistle Containing the Strange Medical Experience of Karshish, the Arab Physician
4. Up at a Villa-Down in the City
5. Tray

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