Newton Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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If I saw farther 'twas because I stood | B |
On giant shoulders wrote the king of thought | C |
Too proud of his great line to slight the toils | D |
Of his forebears He turned to their dim past | E |
Their fading victories and their fond defeats | F |
And knelt as at an altar drawing all | G |
Their strengths into his own and so went forth | H |
With all their glory shining in his face | I |
To win new victories for the age to come | J |
So where Copernicus had destroyed the dream | K |
We called our world where Galileo watched | L |
Those ancient firmaments melt a thin blue smoke | M |
Into a vaster night where Kepler heard | N |
Only stray fragments isolated chords | O |
Of that tremendous music which should bind | P |
All things anew in one Newton arose | Q |
And carried on their fire | R |
Around him reeled | S |
Through lingering fumes of hate and clouds of doubt | T |
Lit by the afterglow of the Civil War | U |
The dissolute throngs of that Walpurgis night | V |
Where all the cynical spirits that deny | A |
Danced with the vicious lusts that drown the soul | W |
In flesh too gross for Circe or her swine | X |
But in his heart he heard one instant voice | Y |
On with the torch once more make all things new | Z |
Build the new heaven and earth and save the world | A2 |
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Ah but the infinite patience the long months | B2 |
Lavished on tasks that to the common eye | A |
Were insignificant never to be crowned | C2 |
With great results or even with earth's rewards | O |
Could Rembrandt but have painted him in those hours | D2 |
Making his first analysis of light | V |
Alone there in his darkened Cambridge room | E2 |
At Trinity Could he have painted too | Z |
The secret glow the mystery and the power | R |
The sense of all the thoughts and unseen spires | F2 |
That soared to heaven around him | G2 |
He stood there | H2 |
Obscure unknown the shadow of a man | I2 |
In darkness like a grey dishevelled ghost | J2 |
Bare throated down at heel his last night's supper | R |
Littering his desk untouched his glimmering face | I |
Under his tangled hair intent and still | K2 |
Preparing our new universe | L2 |
He caught | M2 |
The sunbeam striking through that bullet hole | W |
In his closed shutter a round white spot of light | V |
Upon a small dark screen | N2 |
He interposed | V |
A prism of glass He saw the sunbeam break | O2 |
And spread upon the screen its rainbow band | V |
Of disentangled colours all in scale | P2 |
Like notes in music first the violet ray | Q2 |
Then indigo trembling softly into blue | Z |
Then green and yellow quivering side by side | V |
Then orange mellowing richly into red | V |
Then in the screen he made a small round hole | W |
Like to the first and through it passed once more | U |
Each separate coloured ray He let it strike | R2 |
Another prism of glass and saw each hue | Z |
Bent at a different angle from its path | S2 |
The red the least the violet ray the most | V |
But all in scale and order all precise | T2 |
As notes in music Last he took a lens | U2 |
And passing through it all those coloured rays | V2 |
Drew them together again remerging all | G |
On that dark screen in one white spot of light | V |
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So watching testing proving he resolved | V |
The seeming random glories of our day | Q2 |
Into a constant harmony and found | V |
How in the whiteness of the sunlight sleep | W2 |
Compounded all the colours of the world | V |
He saw how raindrops in the clouds of heaven | X2 |
Breaking the light revealed that sevenfold arch | Y2 |
Of colours ranged as on his own dark screen | N2 |
Though now they spanned the mountains and wild seas | Z2 |
Then where that old world order had gone down | A3 |
Beneath a darker deluge he beheld | V |
Gleams of the great new order and recalled | V |
Fraught with new meaning and a deeper hope | B3 |
That covenant which God made with all mankind | V |
Throughout all generations I will set | V |
My bow in the cloud that henceforth ye may know | C3 |
How deeper than the wreckage of your dreams | D3 |
Abides My law in beauty and in power | R |
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II | A |
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Yet for that exquisite balance of the mind | V |
He too must pay the price He stood alone | E3 |
Bewildered at the sudden assault of fools | F3 |
On this his first discovery | G3 |
I have lost | V |
The most substantial blessing of my quiet | V |
To follow a vain shadow | C3 |
I would fain | H3 |
Attempt no more So few can understand | V |
Or read one thought So many are ready at once | I3 |
To swoop and sting Indeed I would withdraw | J3 |
For ever from philosophy So he wrote | V |
In grief the mightiest mind of that new age | K3 |
Let those who'd stone the Roman Curia | J3 |
For all the griefs that Galileo knew | Z |
Remember the dark hours that well nigh quenched | V |
The splendour of that spirit He could not sleep | W2 |
Yet with that patience of the God in man | I2 |
That still must seek the Splendour whence it came | L3 |
Through midnight hours of mockery and defeat | V |
In loneliness and hopelessness and tears | M3 |
He laboured on He had no power to see | G3 |
How after many years when he was dead | V |
Out of this new discovery men should make | O2 |
An instrument to explore the farthest stars | N3 |
And delicately dividing their white rays | V2 |
Divine what metals in their beauty burned | V |
Extort red secrets from the heart of Mars | N3 |
Or measure the molten iron in the sun | X2 |
He bent himself to nearer lowlier tasks | O3 |
And seeing first that those deflected rays | V2 |
Though it were only by the faintest bloom | E2 |
Of colour imperceptible to our eyes | P3 |
Must dim the vision of Galileo's glass | Q3 |
He made his own new weapon of the sky | A |
That first reflecting telescope which should hold | V |
In its deep mirror as in a breathless pool | R3 |
The undistorted image of a star | J3 |
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III | A |
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In that deep night where Galileo groped | V |
Like a blind giant in dreams to find what power | J3 |
Held moons and planets to their constant road | V |
Through vastness ordered like a moving fleet | V |
What law so married them that they could not clash | S3 |
Or sunder but still kept their rhythmic pace | I |
As if those ancient tales indeed were true | Z |
And some great angel helmed each gliding sphere | J3 |
Many had sought an answer Many had caught | V |
Gleams of the truth and yet as when a torch | T3 |
Is waved above a multitude at night | V |
And shows wild streams of faces all confused | V |
But not the single law that knits them all | G |
Into an ordered nation so our skies | P3 |
For all those fragmentary glimpses whirled | V |
In chaos till one eagle spirit soared | V |
Found the one law that bound them all in one | X2 |
And through that awful unity upraised | V |
The soul to That which made and guides them all | G |
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Did Newton dreaming in his orchard there | J3 |
Beside the dreaming Witham see the moon | U3 |
Burn like a huge gold apple in the boughs | V3 |
And wonder why should moons not fall like fruit | V |
Or did he see as those old tales declare | J3 |
Those fairy tales that gather form and fire | J3 |
Till in one jewel they pack the whole bright world | V |
A ripe fruit fall from some immortal tree | G3 |
Of knowledge while he wondered at what height | V |
Would this earth magnet lose its darkling power | J3 |
Would not the fruit fall earthward though it grew | Z |
High o'er the hills as yonder brightening cloud | V |
Would not the selfsame power that plucked the fruit | V |
Draw the white moon then sailing in the blue | Z |
Then in one flash as light and song are born | W3 |
And the soul wakes he saw it this dark earth | X3 |
Holding the moon that else would fly through space | I |
To her sure orbit as a stone is held | V |
In a whirled sling and by the selfsame power | J3 |
Her sister planets guiding all their moons | Y3 |
While exquisitely balanced and controlled | V |
In one vast system moons and planets wheeled | V |
Around one sovran majesty the sun | X2 |
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Light and more light The spark from heaven was there | J3 |
The flash of that reintegrating fire | J3 |
Flung from heaven's altars where all light is born | W3 |
To feed the imagination of mankind | V |
With vision and reveal all worlds in one | X2 |
But let no dreamer dream that his great work | Z3 |
Sprang armed like Pallas from the Thunderer's brain | H3 |
With infinite patience he must test and prove | - |
His vision now in those clear courts of Truth | A4 |
Whose absolute laws bemocked by shallower minds | B4 |
As less than dreams less than the faithless faith | C4 |
That fears the Truth lest Truth should slay the dream | K |
Are man's one guide to his transcendent heaven | X2 |
For there's no wandering splendour in the soul | W |
But in the highest heaven of all is one | X2 |
With absolute reality None can climb | D4 |
Back to that Fount of Beauty but through pain | H3 |
Long long he toiled comparing first the curves | E4 |
Traced by the cannon ball as it soared and fell | F4 |
With that great curving road across the sky | A |
Traced by the sailing moon | U3 |
Was earth a loadstone | U3 |
Holding them to their paths by that dark force | G4 |
Whose mystery men have cloaked beneath a name | L3 |
Yet when he came to test and prove he found | V |
That all the great deflections of the moon | U3 |
Her shining cadences from the path direct | V |
Were utterly inharmonious with the law | J3 |
Of that dark force at such a distance acting | H4 |
Measured from earth's own centre | J3 |
For three long years Newton withheld his hope | B3 |
Until that day when light was brought from France | I4 |
New light new hope in one small glistening fact | V |
Clear cut as any diamond and to him | G2 |
Loaded with all significance like the point | V |
Of light that shows where constellations burn | U3 |
Picard in France all glory to her name | L3 |
Who is herself a light among all lands | J4 |
Had measured earth's diameter once more | J3 |
With exquisite precision | U3 |
To the throng | K4 |
Those few corrected ciphers his results | L4 |
Were less than nothing yet they changed the world | V |
For Newton seized them and with trembling hands | J4 |
Began to work his problem out anew | U3 |
Then then as on the page those figures turned | V |
To hieroglyphs of heaven and he beheld | V |
The moving moon with awful cadences | M4 |
Falling into the path his law ordained | V |
Even to the foot and second his hand shook | N4 |
And dropped the pencil | O4 |
Work it out for me | G3 |
He cried to those around him for the weight | V |
Of that celestial music overwhelmed him | G2 |
And on his page those burning hieroglyphs | P4 |
Were Thrones and Principalities and Powers | D2 |
For far beyond immeasurably far | J3 |
Beyond our sun he saw that river of suns | Q4 |
We call the Milky Way that glittering host | V |
Powdering the night each grain of solar blaze | V2 |
Divided from its neighbour by a gulf | - |
Too wide for thought to measure each a sun | U3 |
Huger than ours with its own fleet of worlds | R4 |
Visible and invisible Those bright throngs | S4 |
That seemed dispersed like a defeated host | V |
Through blindly wandering skies now at the word | V |
Of one great dreamer height o'er height revealed | V |
Hints of a vaster order and moved on | U3 |
In boundless intricacies of harmony | G3 |
Around one centre deeper than all suns | Q4 |
The burning throne of God | V |
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He could not sleep That intellect whose wings | T4 |
Dared the cold ultimate heights of Space and Time | D4 |
Sank like a wounded eagle with dazed eyes | P3 |
Back headlong through the clouds to throb on earth | X3 |
What shaft had pierced him That which also pierced | V |
His great forebears the hate of little men | U3 |
They flocked around him and they flung their dust | V |
Into the sensitive eyes and laughed to see | G3 |
How dust could blind them | U4 |
If one prickling grain | U3 |
Could so put out his vision and so torment | V |
That delicate brain what weakness How the mind | V |
That seemed to dwarf us dwindles Is he mad | V |
So buzzed the fools whose ponderous mental wheels | V4 |
Nor dust nor grit nor stones nor rocks could irk | Z3 |
Even for an instant | V |
Newton could not sleep | W2 |
But all that careful malice could design | U3 |
Was blindly fostered by well meaning folly | G3 |
And great sane folk like Mr Samuel Pepys | V4 |
Canvassed his weakness and slept sound all night | V |
For little Samuel with his rosy face | V4 |
Came chirping into a coffee house one day | V |
Like a plump robin Sir the unhappy state | V |
Of Mr Isaac Newton grieves me much | W4 |
Last week I had a letter from him filled | V |
With strange complainings very curious hints | V4 |
Such as I grieve to say are common signs | V4 |
I have observed it often of worse to come | J |
He said that he could neither eat nor sleep | W2 |
Because of all the embroilments he was in | U3 |
Hinting at nameless enemies Then he begged | V |
My pardon very strangely I believe | - |
Physicians would confirm me in my fears | V4 |
'Tis very sad Only last night I found | V |
Among my papers certain lines composed | V |
By whom d'you think My lord of Halifax | V4 |
Or so dear Mrs Porterhouse assured me | G3 |
Expressing sir the uttermost satisfaction | U3 |
In Mr Newton's talent Sir he wrote | V |
Answering the charge that science would put out | V |
The light of beauty these very handsome lines | V4 |
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'When Newton walked by Witham stream | K |
There fell no chilling shade | V |
To blight the drifting naiad's dream | K |
Or make her garland fade | V |
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The mist of sun was not less bright | V |
That crowned Urania's hair | J3 |
He robbed it of its colder light | V |
But left the rainbow there ' | - |
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They are very neat and handsome you'll agree | G3 |
Solid in sense as Dryden at his best | V |
And smooth as Waller but with something more | J3 |
That touch of grace that airier elegance | V4 |
Which only rank can give | - |
'Tis very sad | V |
That one so nobly praised should well no matter | J3 |
I am told sir that these troubles all began | U3 |
At Cambridge when his manuscripts were burned | V |
He had been working in his curious way | V |
All through the night and in the morning greyness | V4 |
Went down to chapel leaving on his desk | X4 |
A lighted candle You can imagine it | V |
A sadly sloven altar to his Muse | V4 |
Littered with papers cups and greasy plates | V4 |
Of untouched food I am told that he would eat | V |
His Monday's breakfast sir on Tuesday morning | H4 |
Such was his absent way | V |
When he returned | V |
He found that Diamond his little dog | Y4 |
Named Diamond for a black patch near his tail | P2 |
Had overturned the candle All his work | Z3 |
Was burned to ashes | V4 |
It struck him to the quick | Z4 |
Though when his terrier fawned about his feet | V |
He showed no anger He was heard to say | V |
'O Diamond Diamond little do you know ' | - |
But from that hour ah well we'll say no more | J3 |
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Halley was there that day and spoke up sharply | G3 |
Sir there are hints and hints Do you mean more | J3 |
I do sir chirruped Samuel mightily pleased | V |
To find all eyes for once on his fat face | V4 |
I fear his intellects are disordered sir | J3 |
Good That's an answer I can deal with that | V |
But tell me first quoth Halley why he wrote | V |
That letter a week ago to Mr Pepys | V4 |
Why sir piped Samuel innocent of the trap | |
I had an argument in this coffee house | V4 |
Last week with certain gentlemen on the laws | V4 |
Of chance and what fair hopes a man might have | - |
Of throwing six at dice I happened to say | V4 |
That Mr Isaac Newton was my friend | V |
And promised I would sound him | G2 |
Sir said Halley | G3 |
You'll pardon me but I forgot to tell you | U3 |
I heard a minute since outside these doors | V4 |
A very modish woman of the town | U3 |
Or else a most delicious lady of fashion | U3 |
A melting creature with a bold black eye | A |
A bosom like twin doves and sir a mouth | |
Like a Turk's dream of Paradise She cooed | V |
'Is Mr Pepys within ' I greatly fear | J3 |
That they denied you to her | J3 |
Off ran Pepys | V4 |
A hint's a hint laughed Halley and so to bed | V |
But as for Isaac Newton let me say | V4 |
Whatever his embroilments were he solved | V |
With just one hour of thought not long ago | C3 |
The problem set by Leibnitz as a challenge | |
To all of Europe He published his result | V |
Anonymously but Leibnitz when he saw it | V |
Cried out at once old enemy as he was | V4 |
'That's Newton none but Newton From this claw | J3 |
I know the old lion in his midnight lair ' | - |
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VI | A |
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Sir Isaac Newton writes to Mrs Vincent at Woolthorpe | |
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Your letter on my eightieth birthday wakes | V4 |
Memories like violets in this London gloom | E2 |
You have never failed for more than three score years | V4 |
To send these annual greetings from the haunts | V4 |
Where you and I were boy and girl together | J3 |
A day must come it cannot now be far | J3 |
When I shall have no power to thank you for them | U4 |
So let me tell you now that all my life | - |
They have come to me with healing in their wings | V4 |
Like birds from home birds from the happy woods | V4 |
Above the Witham where you walked with me | G3 |
When you and I were young | |
Do you remember | J3 |
Old Barley how he tried to teach us drawing | H4 |
He found some promise I believe in you | U3 |
But quite despaired of me | G3 |
I treasure all | G |
Those little sketches that you sent to me | G3 |
Each Christmas carrying each some glimpse of home | |
There's one I love that shows the narrow lane | U3 |
Behind the schoolhouse where I had that bout | V |
Of schoolboy fisticuffs I have never known | U3 |
More pleasure I believe than when I beat | V |
That black haired bully and won for my reward | V |
Those April smiles from you | U3 |
I see you still | K2 |
Standing among the fox gloves in the hedge | |
And just behind you in the field I know | C3 |
There was a patch of aromatic flowers | V4 |
Rest harrow was it Yes their tangled roots | V4 |
Pluck at the harrow halt the sharp harrow of thought | V |
Even in old age I never breathe their scent | V |
But I am back in boyhood dreaming there | J3 |
Over some book among the diligent bees | V4 |
Until you join me and we dream together | J3 |
They called me lazy then Oddly enough | - |
It was that fight that stirred my mind to beat | V |
My bully at his books and head the school | R3 |
Blind rivalry at first By such fond tricks | V4 |
The invisible Power that shapes us not ourselves | V4 |
Punishes teaches leads us gently on | U3 |
Like children all our lives until we grasp | |
A sudden meaning and are born through death | |
Into full knowledge that our Guide was Love | - |
Another picture shows those woods of ours | V4 |
Around whose warm dark edges in the spring | H4 |
Primroses knots of living sunlight woke | M |
And always you their radiant shepherdess | V4 |
From Elfland lead them rambling back for me | G3 |
The dew still clinging to their golden fleece | V4 |
Through these grey memory mists | V4 |
Another shows | V4 |
My old sun dial You say that it is known | U3 |
As Isaac's dial still I took great pains | V4 |
To set it rightly If it has not shifted | V |
'Twill mark the time long after I am gone | U3 |
Not like those curious water clocks I made | V |
Do you remember They worked well at first | V |
But the least particles in the water clogged | V |
The holes through which it dripped and so one day | V4 |
We two came home so late that we were sent | V |
Supperless to our beds and suffered much | W4 |
From the world's harshness as we thought it then | U3 |
Would God that we might taste that harshness now | U3 |
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I cannot send you what you've sent to me | G3 |
And so I wish you'll never thank me more | J3 |
For those poor gifts I have sent from year to year | J3 |
I send another and hope that you can use it | V |
To buy yourself those comforts which you need | V |
This Christmas time | D4 |
How strange it is to wake | O2 |
And find that half a century has gone by | A |
With all our endless youth | A4 |
They talk to me | G3 |
Of my discoveries prate of undying fame | L3 |
Too late to help me Anything I achieved | V |
Was done through work and patience and the men | U3 |
Who sought quick roads to glory for themselves | V4 |
Were capable of neither So I won | U3 |
Their hatred and it often hampered me | G3 |
Because it vexed my mind | V |
This world of ours | V4 |
Would give me all now I have ceased to want it | V |
For I sit here alone a sad old man | U3 |
Sipping his orange water nodding to sleep | |
Not caring any more for aught they say | V4 |
Not caring any more for praise or blame | L3 |
But dreaming things we dreamed of long ago | C3 |
In childhood | V |
You and I had laughed away | V4 |
That boy and girl affair We were too poor | J3 |
For anything but laughter | J3 |
I am old | V |
And you twice wedded and twice widowed still | K2 |
Retain through all your nearer joys and griefs | V4 |
The old affection Vaguely our blind old hands | V4 |
Grope for each other in this growing dark | |
And deepening loneliness to say good bye | A |
Would that my words could tell you all my heart | V |
But even my words grow old | V |
Perhaps these lines | V4 |
Written not long ago may tell you more | J3 |
I have no skill in verse despite the praise | V4 |
Your kindness gave me once but since I wrote | V |
Thinking of you among the woods of home | |
My heart was in them Let them turn to yours | V4 |
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Give me for friends my own true folk | M |
Who kept the very word they spoke | M |
Whose quiet prayers from day to day | V4 |
Have brought the heavens about my way | V4 |
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Not those whose intellectual pride | V |
Would quench the only lights that guide | V |
Confuse the lines 'twixt good and ill | K2 |
Then throne their own capricious will | K2 |
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Not those whose eyes in mockery scan | U3 |
The simpler hopes and dreams of man | U3 |
Not those keen wits so quick to hurt | V |
So swift to trip you in the dirt | V |
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Not those who'd pluck your mystery out | V |
Yet never saw your last redoubt | V |
Whose cleverness would kill the song | K4 |
Dead at your heart then prove you wrong | K4 |
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Give me those eyes I used to know | C3 |
Where thoughts like angels come and go | C3 |
Not glittering eyes nor dimmed by books | V4 |
But eyes through which the deep soul looks | V4 |
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Give me the quiet hands and face | V4 |
That never strove for fame and place | V4 |
The soul whose love so many a day | V4 |
Has brought the heavens about my way | V4 |
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Was it a dream that low dim lighted room | E2 |
With that dark periwigged phantom of Dean Swift | V |
Writing beside a fire to one he loved | V |
Beautiful Catherine Barton once the light | V |
Of Newton's house and his half sister's child | V |
Yes Catherine Barton I am brave enough | - |
To face this pale unhappy wistful ghost | V |
Of our departed friendship | |
It was I | A |
Savage and mad a snarling kennel of sins | V4 |
Your Holiness as you called me with that smile | |
Which even your ghost would quietly turn on me | G3 |
Who raised it up It has no terrors dear | J3 |
And I shall never lay it while I live | - |
You write to me You think I have the power | J3 |
To shield the fame of Newton from a lie | A |
Poor little ghost You think I hold the keys | V4 |
Not only of Parnassus then but hell | F4 |
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There is a tale abroad that Newton owed | V |
His public office to Lord Halifax | V4 |
Your secret lover Coarseness as you know | C3 |
Is my peculiar privilege I'll be plain | U3 |
And let them wince who are whispering in the dark | |
They are hinting that he gained his public post | V |
Through you his flesh and blood and that he knew | U3 |
You were his patron's mistress | V4 |
Yes I know | C3 |
The coffee house that hatched it to be scotched | V |
Nay killed before one snuff box could say snap | |
Had not one cold malevolent face been there | J3 |
Listening that crystal minded lover of truth | A4 |
That lucid enemy of all lies Voltaire | J3 |
I am told he is doing much to spread the light | V |
Of Newton's great discoveries there in France | V4 |
There's little fear that France whose clear keen eyes | V4 |
Have missed no morning in the realm of thought | V |
Would fail to see it and smaller need to lift | V |
A brand from hell to illume the light from heaven | U3 |
You fear he'll print his lie No doubt of that | V |
I can foresee the phrase as Halley saw | V4 |
The advent of his comet jolie niece | V4 |
Assez amiable then he'll give your name | L3 |
As Madame Conduit adding just that spice | V4 |
Of infidelity that the dates admit | V |
To none but these truth lovers It will be best | V |
Not to enlighten him or he'll change his tale | P2 |
And make an answer difficult Let him print | V |
This truth as he conceives it and you'll need | V |
No more defence | V4 |
All history then shall damn his death cold lie | A |
And show you for the laughing child you were | J3 |
When Newton won his office | V4 |
For yourself | - |
You say you have no fear Your only thought | V |
Is that they'll soil his fame Ah yes they'll try | A |
But they'll not hurt it For all time to come | J |
It stands there firm as marble and as pure | J3 |
They can do nothing that the sun and rain | U3 |
Will not erase at last Not even Voltaire | J3 |
Can hurt that noble memory Think of him | G2 |
As of a viper writhing at the base | V4 |
Of some great statue Let the venomous tongue | |
Flicker against that marble as it may | V4 |
It cannot wound it | V |
I am far more grieved | V |
For you who sit there wondering now too late | V |
If it were some suspicion some dark hint | V |
Newton had heard that robbed him of his sleep | |
And almost broke his mind up I recall | G |
How the town buzzed that Newton had gone mad | V |
You copy me that sad letter which he wrote | V |
To Locke wherein he begs him to forgive | - |
The hard words he had spoken thinking Locke | |
Had tried to embroil him as he says with women | U3 |
A piteous humble letter | J3 |
Had he heard | V |
Some hint of scandal that he could not breathe | |
To you because he honoured you too well | F4 |
I cannot tell His mind was greatly troubled | V |
With other things At least you need not fear | J3 |
That Newton thought it true He walked aloof | - |
Treading a deeper stranger world than ours | V4 |
Have you not told me how he would forget | V |
Even to eat and drink when he was wrapt | V |
In those miraculous new discoveries | V4 |
And under this wild maze of shadow and sun | U3 |
Beheld though not the Master Player's hand | V |
The keys from which His organ music rolls | V4 |
Those visible symphonies of wild cloud and light | V |
Which clothe the invisible world for mortal eyes | V4 |
I have heard that Leibnitz whispered to the court | V |
That Newton was an atheist Leibnitz knew | U3 |
His audience He could stoop to it | V |
Fools have said | V |
That knowledge drives out wonder from the world | V |
They'll say it still though all the dust's ablaze | V4 |
With miracles at their feet while Newton's laws | V4 |
Foretell that knowledge one day shall be song | K4 |
And those whom Truth has taken to her heart | V |
Find that it beats in music | Z4 |
Even this age | K3 |
Has glimmerings of it Newton never saw | V4 |
His own full victory but at least he knew | U3 |
That all the world was linked in one again | U3 |
And if men found new worlds in years to come | J |
These too must join the universal song | K4 |
That's why true poets love him and you'll find | V |
Their love will cancel all that hate can do | U3 |
They are the sentinels of the House of Fame | L3 |
And that quick challenging couplet from the pen | U3 |
Of Alexander Pope is answer enough | - |
To all those whisperers round the outer doors | V4 |
There's Addison too The very spirit and thought | V |
Of Newton moved to music when he wrote | V |
The Spacious Firmament Some keen eyed age to come | J |
Will say though Newton seldom wrote a verse | V4 |
That music was his own and speaks his faith | C4 |
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And last for those who doubt his faith in God | V |
And man's immortal destiny there remains | V4 |
The granite monument of his own great work | Z3 |
That dark cathedral of man's intellect | V |
The vast Principia pointing to the skies | V4 |
Wherein our intellectual king proclaimed | V |
The task of science through this wilderness | V4 |
Of Time and Space and false appearances | V4 |
To make the path straight from effect to cause | V4 |
Until we come to that First Cause of all | G |
The Power above beyond the blind machine | U3 |
The Primal Power the originating Power | J3 |
Which cannot be mechanical He affirmed it | V |
With absolute certainty Whence arises all | G |
This order this unbroken chain of law | V4 |
This human will this death defying love | - |
Whence but from some divine transcendent Power | J3 |
Not less but infinitely more than these | V4 |
Because it is their Fountain and their Guide | V |
Fools in their hearts have said Whence comes this Power | J3 |
Why throw the riddle back this one stage more | J3 |
And Newton from a height above all worlds | V4 |
Answered and answers still | K2 |
This universe | V4 |
Exists and by that one impossible fact | V |
Declares itself a miracle postulates | V4 |
An infinite Power within itself a Whole | W |
Greater than any part a Unity | V |
Sustaining all binding all worlds in one | U3 |
This is the mystery palpable here and now | U3 |
'Tis not the lack of links within the chain | U3 |
From cause to cause but that the chain exists | V4 |
That's the unfathomable mystery | V |
The one unquestioned miracle that we know | C3 |
Implying every attribute of God | V |
The ultimate absolute omnipresent Power | J3 |
In its own being deep and high as heaven | U3 |
But men still trace the greater to the less | V4 |
Account for soul with flesh and dreams with dust | V |
Forgetting in their manifold world the One | U3 |
In whom for every splendour shining here | J3 |
Abides an equal power behind the veil | P2 |
Was the eye contrived by blindly moving atoms | V4 |
Or the still listening ear fulfilled with music | Z4 |
By forces without knowledge of sweet sounds | V4 |
Are nerves and brain so sensitively fashioned | V |
That they convey these pictures of the world | V |
Into the very substance of our life | - |
While That from which we came the Power that made us | V4 |
Is drowned in blank unconsciousness of all | G |
Does it not from the things we know appear | J3 |
That there exists a Being incorporeal | G |
Living intelligent who in infinite space | V4 |
As in His infinite sensory perceives | V4 |
Things in themselves by His immediate presence | V4 |
Everywhere Of which things we see no more | J3 |
Than images only flashed through nerves and brain | U3 |
To our small sensories | V4 |
What is all science then | U3 |
But pure religion seeking everywhere | J3 |
The true commandments and through many forms | V4 |
The eternal power that binds all worlds in one | U3 |
It is man's age long struggle to draw near | J3 |
His Maker learn His thoughts discern His law | G |
A boundless task in whose infinitude | V |
As in the unfolding light and law of love | - |
Abides our hope and our eternal joy | |
I know not how my work may seem to others | V4 |
So wrote our mightiest mind But to myself | - |
I seem a child that wandering all day long | K4 |
Upon the sea shore gathers here a shell | G |
And there a pebble coloured by the wave | - |
While the great ocean of truth from sky to sky | A |
Stretches before him boundless unexplored | V |
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He has explored it now and needs of me | V |
Neither defence nor tribute His own work | Z3 |
Remains his monument He rose at last so near | J3 |
The Power divine that none can nearer go | C3 |
None in this age To carry on his fire | J3 |
We must await a mightier age to come | J |
Alfred Noyes
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