MY STAR - Emily Dickinson Poems


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