The Stars

When I Heard the Learn'd Astronomer
by Walt Whitman

When I heard the learn'd astronomer,
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them,
When I was sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,
Till rising and gliding out I wander'd off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air and from time to time,
Look'd up in perfect silence at the stars.

Bug Nebula - Sapce.com


Blogger Mark said...

Thanks for the reminder that we can quantify and explain all we want. The true beauty is in not understanding the mysteries of our vast universe.

5:30 AM  
Anonymous seawitch said...


There is beauty all around.

7:23 AM  

Post a Comment

Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]

<< Home