Monday, April 11, 2011

Poetry April




WHEN I HEARD THE LEARN'D ASTRONOMER
by: Walt Whitman (1819-1892)
      HEN 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 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.

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