Browning's Shorter Poems

All that I know
  Of a certain star
Is, it can throw
  (Like the angled spar°) °4
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:  10
They must solace themselves with the Saturn° above it. °11
What matter to me if their star is a world? 
Mine has opened its soul to me; therefore I love it.

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