Scarce more bright than farthing rush,
Would he see which way to go,
If you always twinkled so?
Cold, unlovely, shivering star,
I’ve no notion what you are—
How your wondrous “system” works,
Who controls your jumps and jerks.
Yours a splendour like the day—
Bilious green and purple ray!
No: where’er they worship you