When I Heard the Learned Astronomer

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When I Heard the Learned Astronomer

Walt Whitman, 1819 – 1892
 When I heard the learn’d astronomer, 

When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me, 

When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, 

   and measure them,

When I sitting heard the 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.

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