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
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
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.