Okay, my starsick beauty! - br blue jeans and tilting breasts, br child of Canaverel - br where would you like to go? br br Shall we set course for Mars, br or Venus; green sea, br Aldebaran the golden, br or Tycho Brahe's Nova, br the moons of Sagitta, br or Vega's colonies? br br School-minching, bronze Diane, br bane of the launching-pads- br may not ask again: br wherever you would go br br my rocket-head can turn br at will to your command- br top luck the flowers of snow br that growon Pluto, or br capella-wards, to pluck br roots of asphodel? br br I may not ask again: br where would you like to go? br br Have you a star; she says, br O any faithful sun br Where love does not eclipse? br The countdown slurs and slips).