THE MORE LOVING ONE

     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
     With a passion for us we could not  return?
     If equal affection cannot be,
     Let the more loving one be me. 
     
     Admire as I think I am 
     Of stars that do not give a damn,
     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,
     though this might take me a little time.