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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