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When I heard the learn’d astronomer

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.

Walt Whitman


1 Comment

  • Answering the world
    Posted May 31, 2011 10:06 am 0Likes

    Wow, nice poem. But i wish it had more emotions. The heart and feel side is missing.

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