THE MORE LOVING ONE Wystan Hugh Auden  Looking up at the stars, I know quite well  That, for all they care, I can go to hell,  But on earth indifference is the least  We have to dread from man or beast.  How should we like it were stars to burn  With a passion for us we could not return?  If equal affection cannot be,  Let the more loving one be me.  Admirer as I think I am  Of stars that do not give a damn,  I cannot, now I see them, say  I missed one terribly all day.  Were all stars to disappear or die,  I should learn to look at an empty sky  And feel its total dark sublime,  Though this might take me a little time audio version https://youtu.be/EXdeHucf4X0