Classic Poem

When closed my song-charm'd boyhood's dreamy days,
Began austerer Science to invite
My spirit, seeking everywhere for light.
I learn'd the line and surface to appraise,
And star and planet fix'd my studious gaze.
Then did I yearn to reach a specular height,
Whose cloudless vantage should command the sight
Of Man's whole world and all his works and ways.
For guidance thither long I sought in vain,
Till he I count the chief of those who know
Taught us such mount of vision to attain,
Seven golden stairs ascending from below.
Eager I sprang his sacred lore to meet,
And sat a glad disciple at his feet.