| The
More Loving One |
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| Looking up at the stars, I know quite well | |
| That, for all they care, I can go to hell, | |
| But on earth indifference is the least | |
| We have to dread from man or beast. | |
| How should we like it were stars to burn | 5 |
| With a passion for us we could not return? | |
| If equal affection cannot be, | |
| Let the more loving one be me. | |
| Admirer as I think I am | |
| Of stars that do not give a damn, | 10 |
| I cannot, now I see them, say | |
| I missed one terribly all day. | |
| Were all stars to disappear or die, | |
| I should learn to look at an empty sky | |
| And feel its total dark sublime, | 15 |
| Though this might take me a little time. | |