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.