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Je suis le petit Roi.

Regulus A. Black
The clear-eyed, callous stars look down
On darkened field and lightened town,
Slow moving through unmeasured space,
Or set in their appointed place,
From whence they shed impartial light
On sin and sorrow of the night,
Unstained, untouched by all they see,
Too bright and cold for sympathy.
We gaze upon the stars and they
Behold us with a chilly ray,
In hard indifference to the sight
Of all we suffer in the night.
But could they feel as well as see,
The sky would droop from misery;
And hidden in a cloudy veil
The light of all the stars would fail.