When I heard the learn’d astronomer,
             When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
             When I was shown the charts, the diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them,
             When I sitting heard the learned 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.

Leaves of Grass


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