At night I watch the pageant of the stars,
And bit by bit I learn their lofty ways;
Atop my tower I observe afar
Bright skaters gliding round the pond of space.
At times when rowdy clouds obscure the show,
I pace and growl, impatient with delay;
At times some small commotion down below
Disturbs my daily doze, and bids me say
Hello to all my brothers. Ah, but then
Earth rolls, and kicks her flukes, and all her space
Is filled with phosphorescence once again,
And I see nothing else. These are my ways:
To learn, to ponder, and to feast my eyes
On all the radiant splendors of the skies.