Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven!
If in your bright leaves we would read the fate
Of men and empires 'tis to be forgiven
That in our aspirations to be great,
Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state
And claim a kindred with you; for ye are
A beauty and a mystery, and create
In us such love and reverence from afar,
That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
Lord Byron, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage
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