What needs can a million stars satisfy
In the sight of a gay noonday?
Stars are not just specks of light in the sky
As they may seem to night-time's passers-by.
Stars give eyes to the blind day:
They illumine the obscure way
Of night-beleaguered wayfarers,
Lending them their light in that lightless hour.
Stars are the brave-eyed devil-darers,
They balk the feet of the Tar-sower
Who commands but in the shadow.
Stars grace the night with their halo,
Not flaunting their diamond pomp
In a very unruly romp,
Though they gain it from the Sun,
The unsparingly light-giving One.
Knowing how magnificent they are at the milkyway
Yet they appear little to the needy eyes.
Thus let men who oft as stars themselves portray
Twinkle up to such as Time flies,
Unveiling the sun and veiling the star;
And a star at noonday shall at-all be no star!
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