Author Thomas Hardy A star looks down at me, And says: "Here I and you Stand, each in our degree: What do you mean to do-- Mean to do?" I say: "For all I know, Wait, and let Time go by, Till my change come."--"Just so," The star says: "So mean I-- Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments