You are nothing like my mistress' eyes
Into which I find I stare for hours.
Compared to other stars in foreign skies,
You only have weak and middling powers.
No birth for you in a special cluster.
Your steady light still varies all the same.
Your storms rage with no especial bluster.
We do not call you by a regal name.
Although you are old, we know of older,
Your fire predated by some rocks and stones.
Although you are hot, you are much colder
Than giants who grow iron in their bones
And yet we only live due to your light,
No other sun will we all find as right.