The Appointment
( After Sully Prudhomme .)
'T IS late; the astronomer in his lonely height,
Exploring all the dark, descries afar
Orbs that like distant isles of splendour are,
And mornings whitening in the infinite.
Like winnowed grain the worlds go by in flight,
Or swarm in glistening spaces nebular;
He summons one dishevelled wandering star;
“Return ten centuries hence on such a night.”
The star will come. It dare not by one hour
Cheat Science or falsify her calculation;
Men will have passed, but watchful in the tower
Man shall remain in sleepless contemplation.
And should all men have perished there in turn,
Truth in their place would watch that star's return.
'T IS late; the astronomer in his lonely height,
Exploring all the dark, descries afar
Orbs that like distant isles of splendour are,
And mornings whitening in the infinite.
Like winnowed grain the worlds go by in flight,
Or swarm in glistening spaces nebular;
He summons one dishevelled wandering star;
“Return ten centuries hence on such a night.”
The star will come. It dare not by one hour
Cheat Science or falsify her calculation;
Men will have passed, but watchful in the tower
Man shall remain in sleepless contemplation.
And should all men have perished there in turn,
Truth in their place would watch that star's return.
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