richtha
When I listened to the learned astronomer, When the proofs, the figures were arrayed before me, When I was shown the maps and diagrams to add, divide, and measure, When I sat and listened to the much-applauded astronomer in the lecture hall, I soon felt inexplicably tired and ill, Until I got up and went out, seemingly aimless Into the damp, mystic night air, and again and again Gazed in perfect silence at the stars.
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