The heart would like to be a star -
Not in a night, when from the darkened skies
These heaven's bodies, like the living eyes,
Look at the sleepy earth so far -
But in a day, when screened, as by a smoke
Of the ever scorching sunny rods,
They burn just brighter - like the gods -
In the ether, crystalline and stoic.
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But in a day, when screened, as by a smoke Of the ever scorching sunny rods, They burn just brighter - like the gods - In the ether, crystalline and stoic. stars burning brighter like the Gods. fine dear poet. tony