The More Loving One
- 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
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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,
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Let the 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
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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.
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