LOVE’S EGOTISM
Oh, dim stars, and bright stars,
And stars we can not see,
And moon so cold and calm and bright,
And you, oh, tossing sea,
I’ve wondered at the scheme of things
That set you in the sky,
And at the wild unsounded deeps
That ‘neath your surface lie.
I’ve wondered—aye, I’ve wondered long,
Why the blue vaulted skies
Had ever been created; then
Down deep in two blue eyes
I saw the answer flash to mine,
As plain could be,
That all of this vast universe
Was made for her and me!