  Not like the stars that high in heaven Shine so serenely with unchanging rays That marveling at their calmness, you believe Of their “firm-fixed and lasting quality” There is no type upon the earth beneath. A few weeks hence look up, and you shall find Each steadfast planet steadfastly has moved Across the midnight azure of the sky With silent rays still tranquil and serene. Not steadfast like the stars is she I love, But as this gem I wear upon my breast; Whose rich rays wander from me through the room, Sparkling and fading with capricious gleam Of light and color, like the varying moods Of my beloved one; those who turn to praise The beauty of the gem, admire most The changefulness of its most restless rays; Yet I feel no uneasiness or doubt; Knowing full well whenever I look down |
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