Sir John Herschel Remembers Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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He caught the fire and though he carried it far | B |
Into new regions and from southern fields | C |
Of yellow lupin added host on host | D |
To those bright armies which his father knew | E |
Surely the crowning hour of all his life | F |
Was when his task accomplished he returned | G |
A lonely pilgrim to the twilit shrine | H |
Of first beginnings and his father's youth | I |
There in the Octagon Chapel with bared head | J |
Grey honoured for his father and himself | K |
He touched the glimmering keyboard touched the books | L |
Those dear lost hands had touched so long ago | M |
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Strange that these poor inanimate things outlast | N |
The life that used them | O |
Yes I should like to try | P |
This good old friend of his You'll leave me here | Q |
An hour or so | M |
His hands explored the stops | R |
And while the music breathed what else were mute | S |
His mind through many thoughts and memories ranged | T |
Picture on picture passed before him there | U |
In living colours painted on the gloom | V |
Not what the world acclaimed the great work crowned | W |
But all that went before the years of toil | X |
The years of infinite patience hope despair | U |
He saw the little house where all began | Y |
His father's first resolve to explore the sky | P |
His first defeat when telescopes were found | W |
Too costly for a music master's purse | Z |
And then that dogged and all conquering will | A2 |
Declaring Be it so I'll make my own | B2 |
A better than even the best that Newton made | C2 |
He saw his first rude telescope a tube | D2 |
Of pasteboard with a lens at either end | E2 |
And then that arduous growth to size and power | F2 |
With each new instrument as his knowledge grew | E |
And to reward each growth a deeper heaven | G2 |
He saw the good Aunt Caroline's dismay | H2 |
When her trim drawing room as by wizardry turned | G |
Into a workshop where her brother's hands | I2 |
Cut ground and burnished hour on aching hour | F2 |
Month after month new mirrors of the sky | P |
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Yet while from dawn to dark her brother moved | J2 |
Around some new cut mirror burnishing it | K2 |
Knowing that if he once removed his hands | I2 |
The surface would be dimmed and must forego | M |
Its heaven for ever her quiet hands would raise | L2 |
Food to his lips or with that musical voice | M2 |
Which once for she too offered her sacrifice | N2 |
Had promised her fame she whiled away the hours | O2 |
Reading how long ago Aladdin raised | P2 |
The djinns by burnishing that old battered lamp | Q2 |
Or from Cervantes how one crazy soul | R2 |
Tilting at windmills challenged a purblind world | S2 |
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He saw her seized at last by that same fire | F2 |
Burning to help a sleepless Vestal dowered | S2 |
With lightning quickness rushing from desk to clock | T2 |
Or measuring distances at dead of night | S2 |
Between the lamp micrometer and his eyes | U2 |
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He saw her in mid winter hurrying out | S2 |
A slim shawled figure through the drifted snow | M |
To help him saw her fall with a stifled cry | P |
Gashing herself upon that buried hook | V2 |
And struggling up out of the blood stained drift | S2 |
To greet him with a smile | W2 |
For any soldier | F2 |
This wound the surgeon muttered would have meant | S2 |
Six weeks in hospital | X2 |
Not six days for her | F2 |
I am glad these nights were cloudy and we lost | S2 |
So little was all she said | S2 |
Sir John pulled out | S2 |
Another stop A little ironical march | Y2 |
Of flutes began to goose step through the gloom | V |
He saw that first success Ay call it so | M |
The royal command the court desires to see | Z2 |
The planet Saturn and his marvellous rings | A3 |
On Friday night The skies on Friday night | S2 |
Were black with clouds Canute me no Canutes | A3 |
Muttered their new magician and unpacked | S2 |
His telescope You shall see what you can see | A3 |
He levelled it through a window and they saw | A3 |
Wonderful Marvellous Glorious Eh what what | S2 |
A planet of paper with a paper ring | B3 |
Lit by a lamp in a hollow of Windsor Park | C3 |
Among the ferns where Herne the Hunter walks | A3 |
And Falstaff found that fairies live on cheese | A3 |
Thus all were satisfied while above the clouds | A3 |
The thunder of the pedals reaffirmed | S2 |
The Titan planet every minute rolled | S2 |
Three hundred leagues upon his awful way | H2 |
Then through that night the vox humanaspoke | C3 |
With deeper longing than Lucretius knew | E |
When in his great third book the somber chant | S2 |
Kindled and soared on those exultant wings | A3 |
Praising the master's hand from which he too | E |
Father discoverer hero caught the fire | F2 |
It spoke of those vast labours incomplete | S2 |
But through their incompletion infinite | S2 |
In beauty and in hope the task bequeathed | S2 |
From dying hand to hand | S2 |
Close to his grave | D3 |
Like a memento mori stood the hulk | C3 |
Of that great weapon rusted and outworn | E |
Which once broke down the barriers of the sky | C3 |
Perrupit claustra yes and bridged their gulfs | A3 |
For far beyond our solar scheme it showed | S2 |
The law that bound our planets binding still | A2 |
Those coupled suns which year by year he watched | S2 |
Around each other circling | C3 |
Had our own | E |
Some distant comrade lost among the stars | A3 |
Should we not one day just as Kepler drew | E |
His planetary music and its laws | A3 |
From all those faithful records Tycho made | S2 |
Discern at last what vaster music rules | A3 |
The vaster drift of stars from deep to deep | E3 |
Around what awful Poles those wisps of light | S2 |
Those fifteen hundred universes move | F3 |
One signal even now across the dark | C3 |
Declared their worlds confederate with our own | E |
For carrying many secrets which we now | E |
Slowly decipher one swift messenger comes | A3 |
Across the abyss | A3 |
The light that flashing through the immeasurable | X2 |
From universe to universe proclaims | A3 |
The single reign of law that binds them all | G3 |
We shall break up those rays and in their lines | A3 |
And colours read the history of their stars | A3 |
Year after year the slow sure records grow | M |
Awaiting their interpreter They shall see it | S2 |
Our sons in that far day the swift the strong | C3 |
The triumphing young eyed runners with the torch | H3 |
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No deep set boundary mark in Space or Time | I3 |
Shall halt or daunt them Who that once has seen | E |
How truth leads on to truth shall ever dare | U |
To set a bound to knowledge | J3 |
Would that he knew | E |
So thought the visitant at that shadowy shrine | E |
Even as the maker of a song can hear | Q |
With the soul's ear far off the unstricken chords | A3 |
To which by its own inner law it climbs | A3 |
Would that my father knew how younger hands | A3 |
Completed his own planetary tune | E |
How from the planet that his own eyes found | S2 |
The mind of man would plunge into the dark | C3 |
And blindfold find without the help of eyes | A3 |
A mightier planet in the depths beyond | S2 |
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Then while the reeds with quiet melodious pace | A3 |
Followed the dream as in a picture passed | S2 |
Adams the boy at Cambridge making his vow | E |
By that still lamp alone in that deep night | S2 |
Beneath the crumbling battlements of St John's | A3 |
To know why Uranus uttermost planet known | E |
Moved in a rhythm delicately astray | H2 |
From all the golden harmonies ordained | S2 |
By those known measures of its sister worlds | A3 |
Was there an unknown planet far beyond | S2 |
Sailing through unimaginable deeps | A3 |
And drawing it from its path | K3 |
Then challenging chords | A3 |
Echoed the prophecy that Sir John had made | S2 |
Guided by his own faith in Newton's law | A3 |
We have not found it but we feel it trembling | C3 |
Along the lines of our analysis now | E |
As once Columbus from the shores of Spain | E |
Felt the new continent | S2 |
Then in swift fugues began | E |
A race between two nations for the prize | A3 |
Of that new world | S2 |
Le Verrier in France | A3 |
Adams in England each of them unaware | U |
Of his own rival at the selfsame hour | F2 |
Resolved to find it | S2 |
Not by the telescope now | E |
Skies might be swept for aeons ere one spark | C3 |
Among those myriads were both found and seen | E |
To move at that vast distance round our sun | E |
They worked by faith in law alone They knew | E |
The wanderings of great Uranus and they knew | E |
The law of Newton | E |
By the midnight lamp | Q2 |
Pencil in hand shut in a four walled room | V |
Each by pure thought must work his problem out | S2 |
Given that law to find the mass and place | A3 |
Of that which drew their planet from his course | A3 |
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There were no throngs to applaud them Each alone | E |
Without the heat of conflict laboured on | E |
Consuming brain and nerve for throngs applaud | S2 |
Only the flash and tinsel of their day | H2 |
Never the quiet runners with the torch | H3 |
Night after night they laboured Line on line | E |
Of intricate figures moving all in law | A3 |
They marshalled Their long columns formed and marched | S2 |
From battle to battle and no sound was heard | S2 |
Of victory or defeat They marched through snows | A3 |
Bleak as the drifts that broke Napoleon's pride | S2 |
And through a vaster desert They drilled their hosts | A3 |
With that divine precision of the mind | S2 |
To which one second's error in a year | L3 |
Were anarchy that precision which is felt | S2 |
Throbbing through music | C3 |
Month on month they toiled | S2 |
With worlds for ciphers One rich autumn night | S2 |
Brooding over his figures there alone | E |
In Cambridge Adams found them moving all | G3 |
To one solution To the unseeing eye | C3 |
His long neat pages had no more to tell | M3 |
Than any merchant's ledger yet they shone | E |
With epic splendour and like trumpets pealed | S2 |
Three hundred million leagues beyond the path | K3 |
Of our remotest planet drowned in night | S2 |
Another and a mightier planet rolls | A3 |
In volume fifty times more vast than earth | N3 |
And of so huge an orbit that its year | L3 |
Wellnigh outlasts our nations Though it moves | A3 |
A thousand leagues an hour it has not ranged | S2 |
Thrice through its seasons since Columbus sailed | S2 |
Or more than once since Galileo died | S2 |
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He took his proofs to Greenwich Sweep the skies | A3 |
Within this limited region now he said | S2 |
You'll find your moving planet I'm not more | O3 |
Than one degree in error | F2 |
He left his proofs | A3 |
But Airy king of Greenwich looked askance | A3 |
At unofficial genius in the young | C3 |
And pigeon holed that music of the spheres | A3 |
Nine months he waited till Le Verrier too | S2 |
Pointed to that same region of the sky | C3 |
Then Airy opening his big sleepy lids | A3 |
Bade Challis use his telescope too late | S2 |
To make that honour all his country's own | E |
For all Le Verrier's proofs were now with Galle | P3 |
Who being German had his star charts ready | S2 |
And in that region found one needlepoint | S2 |
Had moved A monster planet | S2 |
Honour to France | A3 |
Honour to England too the cry began | E |
Who found it also though she drowsed at Greenwich | Q3 |
So as the French said with some sting in it | S2 |
We gave the name of Neptune to our prize | A3 |
Because our neighbour England rules the sea | S2 |
Honour to all say we for in these wars | A3 |
Whoever wins a battle wins for all | G3 |
But most of all honour to him who found | S2 |
The law that was a lantern to their feet | S2 |
Newton the first whose thought could soar beyond | S2 |
The bounds of human vision and declare | U |
Thus saith the law of Nature and of God | S2 |
Concerning things invisible | X2 |
This new world | S2 |
What was it but one harmony the more | O3 |
In that great music which himself had heard | S2 |
The chant of those reintegrated spheres | A3 |
Moving around their sun while all things moved | S2 |
Around one deeper Light revealed by law | A3 |
Beyond all vision past all understanding | C3 |
Yet darkly shadowed forth for dreaming men | E |
On earth in music | C3 |
Music all comes back | C3 |
To music in the end | S2 |
Then in the gloom | V |
Of the Octagon Chapel the dreamer lifted up | R3 |
His face as if to all those great forebears | A3 |
The quivering organ rolled upon the dusk | C3 |
His dream of that new symphony the sun | E |
Chanting to all his planets on their way | H2 |
While stop to stop replying height o'er height | S2 |
His planets answered voices of a dream | S3 |
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THE SUN | E |
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Light on the far faint planets that attend me | S2 |
Light But for me the fury and the fire | F2 |
My white hot maelstroms the red storms that rend me | S2 |
Can yield them still the harvest they desire | F2 |
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I kiss with light their sunward lifted faces | A3 |
With dew drenched flowers I crown their dusky brows | A3 |
They praise me lightly from their pleasant places | A3 |
Their birds belaud me lightly from their boughs | A3 |
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And men on lute and lyre have breathed their pleasure | F2 |
They have watched Apollo's golden chariot roll | R2 |
Hymned his bright wheels but never mine that measure | F2 |
A million leagues of flame from Pole to Pole | R2 |
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Like harbour lights the stars grow wide before me | S2 |
I draw my worlds ten thousand leagues a day | H2 |
Their far blue seas like April eyes adore me | S2 |
They follow dreaming on my soundless way | H2 |
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How should they know who wheel around my burning | C3 |
What torments bore them or what power am I | C3 |
I that with all those worlds around me turning | C3 |
Sail every hour from sky to unplumbed sky | C3 |
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My planets these live embers of my passion | E |
These children of my hurricanes of flame | T3 |
Flung thro' the night for midnight to refashion | E |
Praise and forget the splendour whence they came | T3 |
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THE EARTH | N3 |
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Was it a dream that in those bright dominions | A3 |
Are other worlds that sing with lives like mine | E |
Lives that with beating hearts and broken pinions | A3 |
Aspire and fall half mortal half divine | E |
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A grain of dust among those glittering legions | A3 |
Am I I only touched with joy and tears | A3 |
silver sisters from your azure regions | A3 |
Breathe once again your music of the spheres | A3 |
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VENUS | A3 |
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A nearer sun a rose of light arises | A3 |
To clothe my glens with richer clouds of flowers | A3 |
To paint my clouds with ever new surprises | A3 |
And wreathe with mist my rosier domes and towers | A3 |
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Where now to praise their gods a throng assembles | A3 |
Whose hopes and dreams no sphere but mine has known | E |
On other worlds the same warm sunlight trembles | A3 |
But life love worship these are mine alone | E |
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MARS | A3 |
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And now as dewdrops in the dawn light glisten | E |
Remote and cold see Earth and Venus roll | R2 |
We signalled them in music Did they listen | E |
Could they not hear those whispers of the soul | R2 |
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May not their flesh have sealed that fount of glory | S2 |
That pure ninth sense which told us of mankind | S2 |
Can some deep sleep bereave them of our story | S2 |
As darkness hides all colours from the blind | S2 |
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JUPITER | F2 |
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I that am sailing deeper skies and dimmer | F2 |
Twelve million leagues beyond the path of Mars | A3 |
Salute the sun that cloudy pearl whose glimmer | F2 |
Renews my spring and steers me through the stars | A3 |
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Think not that I by distances am darkened | S2 |
My months are years yet light is in mine eyes | A3 |
Mine eyes are not as yours Mine ears have hearkened | S2 |
To sounds from earth Five moons enchant my skies | A3 |
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SATURN | E |
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And deeper yet like molten opal shining | C3 |
My belt of rainbow glory softly streams | A3 |
And seven white moons around me intertwining | C3 |
Hide my vast beauty in a mist of dreams | A3 |
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Huge is my orbit and your flickering planet | S2 |
A mote that flecks your sun that faint white star | B |
Yet in my magic pools I still can scan it | S2 |
For I have ways to look on worlds afar | B |
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URANUS | A3 |
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And deeper yet twelve million leagues of twilight | S2 |
Divide mine empire even from Saturn's ken | E |
Is there a world whose light is not as my light | S2 |
A midget world of light imprisoned men | E |
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Shut from this inner vision that hath found me | S2 |
They hunt bright shadows painted to betray | H2 |
And know not that because their night hath drowned me | S2 |
My giants walk with gods in boundless day | H2 |
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NEPTUNE | E |
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Plunge through immensity anew and find me | S2 |
Though scarce I see your sun that dying spark | C3 |
Across a myriad leagues it still can bind me | S2 |
To my sure path and steer me through the dark | C3 |
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I sail through vastness and its rhythms hold me | S2 |
Though threescore earths could in my volume sleep | E3 |
Whose are the might and music that enfold me | S2 |
Whose is the law that guides me thro' the Deep | E3 |
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THE SUN | E |
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I hear their song They wheel around my burning | C3 |
I know their orbits but what path have I | C3 |
I that with all those worlds around me turning | C3 |
Sail every hour ten thousand leagues of sky | C3 |
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My planets these live embers of my passion | E |
And I too filled with music and with flame | T3 |
Flung thro' the night for midnight to refashion | E |
Praise and forget the Splendour whence we came | T3 |
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EPILOGUE | C3 |
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Once more upon the mountain's lonely height | S2 |
I woke and round me heard the sea like sound | S2 |
Of pine woods as the solemn night wind washed | S2 |
Through the long canyons and precipitous gorges | A3 |
Where coyotes moaned and eagles made their nest | S2 |
Once more far far below I saw the lights | A3 |
Of distant cities at the mountain's feet | S2 |
Clustered like constellations | A3 |
Over me like the dome of some strange shrine | E |
Housing our great new weapon of the sky | C3 |
And moving on its axis like a moon | E |
Glimmered the new Uraniborg | C3 |
Shadows passed | S2 |
Like monks between it and the low grey walls | A3 |
That lodged them like a fortress in the rocks | A3 |
Their monastery of thought | S2 |
A shadow neared me | S2 |
I heard once more an eager living voice | A3 |
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Year after year the slow sure records grow | M |
I wish that old Copernicus could see | S2 |
How through his truth that once dispelled a dream | S3 |
Broke the false axle trees of heaven destroyed | S2 |
All central certainty in the universe | A3 |
And seemed to dwarf mankind the spirit of man | E |
Laid hold on law that Jacob's ladder of light | S2 |
And mounting slowly surely step by step | U3 |
Entered into its kingdom and its power | F2 |
For just as Tycho's tables of the stars | A3 |
Within the bound of our own galaxy | S2 |
Led Kepler to the music of his laws | A3 |
So father and son the Herschels with their charts | A3 |
Of all those fire mists those faint nebulae | R2 |
Those hosts of drifting universes led | S2 |
Our new discoverers to yet mightier laws | A3 |
Enthroned above all worlds | A3 |
We have not found them | O |
And yet only the intellectual fool | R2 |
Dreams in his heart that even his brain can tick | C3 |
In isolated measure a centre of law | R2 |
Amidst the whirl of universal chaos | A3 |
For law descends from law Though all the spheres | A3 |
Through all the abysmal depths of Space were blown | E |
Like dust before a colder darker wind | S2 |
Than even Lucretius dreamed yet if one thought | S2 |
One gleam of law within the mind of man | E |
Lighten our darkness there's a law beyond | S2 |
And even that tempest of destruction moves | A3 |
To a lighter music shatters its myriad worlds | A3 |
Only to gather them up as a shattered wave | D3 |
Is gathered again into a rhythmic sea | S2 |
Whose ebb and flow are but the pulse of Life | F |
In its creative passion | E |
The records grow | M |
Unceasingly and each new grain of truth | I |
Is packed like radium with whole worlds of light | S2 |
The eclipses timed in Babylon help us now | E |
To clock that gradual quickening of the moon | E |
Ten seconds in a century | S2 |
Who that wrote | S2 |
On those clay tablets could foresee his gift | S2 |
To future ages dreamed that the groping mind | S2 |
Dowered with so brief a life could ever range | V3 |
With that divine precision through the abyss | A3 |
Who when that good Dutch spectacle maker set | S2 |
Two lenses in a tube to read the time | I3 |
Upon the distant clock tower of his church | W3 |
Could dream of this our hundred inch that shows | A3 |
The snow upon the polar caps of Mars | A3 |
Whitening and darkening as the seasons change | V3 |
Or who could dream when Galileo watched | S2 |
His moons of Jupiter that from their eclipses | A3 |
And from that change in their appointed times | A3 |
Now late now early as the watching earth | N3 |
Farther or nearer on its orbit rolled | S2 |
The immeasurable speed of light at last | S2 |
Should be reduced to measure | F2 |
Could Newton dream | S3 |
When through his prism he broke the pure white shaft | S2 |
Into that rainbow band how men should gather | F2 |
And disentangle ray by delicate ray | H2 |
The colours of the stars not only those | A3 |
That burn in heaven but those that long since perished | S2 |
Those vanished suns that eyes can still behold | S2 |
The strange lost stars whose light still reaches earth | N3 |
Although they died ten thousand years ago | M |
Here night by night the innumerable heavens | A3 |
Speak to an eye more sensitive than man's | A3 |
Write on the camera's delicate retina | E |
A thousand messages lines of dark and bright | S2 |
That speak of elements unknown on earth | N3 |
How shall men doubt who thus can read the Book | C3 |
Of Judgment and transcend both Space and Time | I3 |
Analyse worlds that long since passed away | H2 |
And scan the future how shall they doubt His power | F2 |
From whom their power and all creation came | T3 |
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I think that when the second Herschel tried | S2 |
Those great hexameters in our English tongue | C3 |
A nobler shield than ever Achilles knew | E |
Shone through the song and made his | A3 |
echoes live | X3 |
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There he depicted the earth and the canopied sky and the | E |
sea waves | A3 |
There the unwearied sun and the full orbed moon in their courses | A3 |
All the configured stars that gem the circuit of heaven | E |
Pleiads and Hyads were there and the giant force of Orion | E |
There the revolving Bear which the Wain they call was ensculptured | S2 |
Circling on high and in all his courses regarding Orion | E |
Sole of the starry train that descends not to bathe in the ocean | E |
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A nobler shield for us a deeper sky | C3 |
But even to us who know how far away | H2 |
Those constellations burn the wonder bides | A3 |
That each vast sun can speed through the abyss | A3 |
Age after age more swiftly than an eagle | R2 |
Each on its different road alone like ours | A3 |
With its own satellites yet since Homer sang | C3 |
Their aspect has not altered All their flight | S2 |
Has not yet changed the old pattern of the Wain | E |
The sword belt of Orion is not sundered | S2 |
Nor has one fugitive splendour broken yet | S2 |
From Cassiopeia's throne | E |
A thousand years | A3 |
Are but as yesterday even unto these | A3 |
How shall men doubt His empery over time | I3 |
Whose dwelling is a deep so absolute | S2 |
That we can only find Him in our souls | A3 |
For there despite Copernicus each may find | S2 |
The centre of all things There He lives and reigns | A3 |
There infinite distance into nearness grows | A3 |
And infinite majesty stoops to dust again | E |
All things in little infinite love in man | E |
Oh beating wings descend to earth once more | O3 |
And hear reborn the desert singer's cry | C3 |
When I consider the heavens the work of Thy fingers | A3 |
The sun and the moon and the stars which Thou hast ordained | S2 |
Though man be as dust I know Thou art mindful of him | Y3 |
And through Thy law Thy light still visiteth him | Y3 |
Alfred Noyes
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