All that I knowOf 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.
–Robert Browning
*angled spar – the Iceland prism, which breaks light into its component colors and reflects the colors at different directions
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