  HE took me out to see the stars, That astronomic bore; He said there were two moons near Mars, While Jupiter had four. I thought of course he’d whisper soon What fourfold bliss ’twould be To stroll beneath that fourfold moon On Jupiter with me. And when he spoke of Saturn’s ring, I was convinced he’d say That was the very kind of thing To offer me some day. But in a tangent off he went To double stars. Now that Was most suggestive, so content And quite absorbed I sat. But no, he talked a dreary mess, Of which the only fraction That caught my fancy, I confess, Was “mutual attraction.” I said I thought it very queer And stupid altogether, For stars to keep so very near, At that he smiled, and turned his head; I thought he’d caught the notion. He merely bowed good-night and said, Their safety lay in motion. Esther B. Tiffany. |
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