(Father Perry, S.J.) <br /> <br />Starry amorist, starward gone, <br />Thou art--what thou didst gaze upon! <br />Passed through thy golden garden's bars, <br />Thou seest the Gardener of the Stars. <br /> <br />She, about whose moon-ed brows <br />Seven stars make seven glows, <br />Seven lights for seven woes; <br />She, like thine own Galaxy, <br />All lustres in one purity:- <br />What said'st thou, Astronomer, <br />When thou did'st discover HER? <br />When thy hand its tube let fall, <br />Thou found'st the fairest Star of all!<br /><br />Francis Thompson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-dead-astronomer/
