The Sense of Wonder, an Apology.

What if we made more time to watch the stars
And found such patterns drawn among their hosts
-As we have learned to say that reason bars-
The dictate of vast numbers and not ghosts?

We could give up pretending that we know,
That what we do not know to be, is not,
And leave the world its power to bestow
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I beg you let me sleep.

From lack of rest I sorely need to mend
I spend my days as an unliving wight
The sleep you rob me of will be my end

A night that brings no rest does most offend
You know your ways are blotting out my light
From lack of sleep I sorely need to mend

Against your lovely lures I must contend
But every night you win to your delight
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The Transit of Love
A little spot of love upon the sea
Of fire. The world will watch the sky as if
An image of a thing you will not see
For centuries while hanging on this cliff
Of all the portents heaven deigns to send
This is the one to heed, the one to read
Correctly: not an image of our end
But of the curst condition of our breed
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