Compelled to shine unheeded.
‘I know,’ he sighed, ‘that I am small, and so I shouldn’t shine at all;
It isn’t fair to keep me where
I plainly am not needed.’
“So every night, from dark till dawn, dejectedly he carried on,
And pined and sighed and whined and cried
In this dyspeptic fashion.
In bitterness and discontent his poor defenseless rays he rent,
And tore his hair, till sore despair
Became his ruling passion.