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WHEN I HEARD THE LEARN'D ASTRONOMER
by Walt Whitman, 1865

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 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.

I like this. I am definitely not one to read poetry often but I do like this. Guess it makes me think about some of the stuff I do. I also found a site full of some interesting astronomical poetry, http://www.baltastro.org/AstroPoetry.html