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.