Food for Thought- Stolen Poetry- Choose Something Like A Star

I have been searching for this poem for a long, long time. As a singer, I find I should appreciate poetry, and I do. This actually was introduced to me through a song that I sang in choir when I was probably fifteen or sixteen. All I could remember was that it talked of temperatures and was hauntingly beautiful. As I get ready to go head-long into a project, namely forming a small chamber choir with two friends, I wanted to look back and find some inspiration from high school. This was, naturally, one of the first songs to pop into my head and refused to leave until I had figured out exactly what it was.

Seriously, having just a tiny fraction of a song stuck in your head, only knowing that it was a poem, makes looking it up on the internet difficult. Especially when you don't remember all the words.

Without further ado, I present to you the poem that has been haunting me for ages.

Choose Something Like A Star
Robert Frost


O Star (the fairest one in sight),
We grant your loftiness the right
To some obscurity of cloud-
It will not do to say of night,
Since dark is what brings out your light.
Some mystery becomes the proud.
But to the wholly taciturn
In your reserve is not allowed.
Say something to us we can learn
By heart and when alone repeat.
Say something! And it says, 'I burn.'
But say with what degree of heat.
Talk Fahrenheit, talk Centigrade.
Use Language we can comprehend.
Tell us what elements you blend.
It gives us strangely little aid,
But does tell something in the end
And steadfast as Keats' Eremite,
Not even stooping from its sphere,
It asks a little of us here.
It asks of us a certain height,
So when at times the mob is swayed
To carry praise or blame too far,
We may choose something like a star
To stay our minds on and be staid.