The More Loving One

Looking up atthe stars, I know quitewell That, for all they care, I can
go tohell, But onearth indifference is the least Wehave to dreadfrom
man or beast. How should we like it werestars to burn With apassion for
us we could not return? Ifequal affection cannot be, Let themoreloving
one be me. Admirer as I think I am Ofstars that do not give adamn, I
cannot,now I see them, say I missed one terribly allday. Were allstars
to disappear or die, I should learn tolook at an emptysky And feelits
total darksublime, Though this mighttake me alittletime.