They say the sun is our closest star;
That it is just a gian ball of gas.
But what about the stars that are so far?
Are they, too, in the sun's celestial class?
It can't be so that stars so great should be
Equated with the noon-day's blazing flame!
In all of the sky's ancient memory,
A single star, so far, has fame
That's turned the golden sun to jealousy.
And if those stars are naught but elements,
Again Science has killed Nature's beauty,
And ruined any poet's kind intents.
. The grace of all the stars shall outshine the gold sun
. And to share them is but the pen of one.