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 we stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the other more loving one be me.
Admirer 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.