I just found this poem the other

night, and i decided that i love

it, so i'm typing it in orange!  :)

My Star
By Robert Browning

All that I know
  Of a certain star
Is, it can throw
  (Like the angled spar)
Now a dart of red,
    Now a dart of blue;
Till my friends have said
  They would fain see, too
My star that dartles the red and the blue;
Then it stops like a bird; like a flower, hangs furled;
  They must solace themselves with the Saturn above it.
What matter to me if their star is a world?
  Mine has opened its soul to me; therefore I love it.