Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
       That, for all they care, I can go to [bad word] 
       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.

       Admirer as I think I am
       Of stars that do not give a [bad word] 
       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.