I Moved the Stars

I thought, and then I moved the stars.
They clinked and tinkled as I stretched
To shuffle them about, and Mars,
With baleful glare, the hostile wretch,

He marshaled planets for a war.
But Sol commanded them, “No more!”
And back they went to placid sleep
To graze their orbits, bashful sheep.

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