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.