by johnnydeep » Thu Jul 02, 2020 1:57 pm
"
The Old Astronomer" is a pretty poem by by
Sarah Williams that I hadn't read before. Apparently, the second half of the fourth stanza is in many an astronomer's epitaph. From
https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Twilight ... Astronomer
THE OLD ASTRONOMER.
REACH me down my Tycho Brahé,—I would know him when we meet,
When I share my later science, sitting humbly at his feet;
He may know the law of all things, yet be ignorant of how
We are working to completion, working on from then till now.
Pray, remember, that I leave you all my theory complete,
Lacking only certain data, for your adding, as is meet;
And remember, men will scorn it, 'tis original and true,
And the obloquy of newness may fall bitterly on you.
But, my pupil, as my pupil you have learnt the worth of scorn;
You have laughed with me at pity, we have joyed to be forlorn;
What, for us, are all distractions of men's fellowship and smiles?
What, for us, the goddess Pleasure, with her meretricious wiles?
You may tell that German college that their honour comes too late.
But they must not waste repentance on the grizzly savant's fate;
Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too truly to be fearful of the night.
What, my boy, you are not weeping? You should save your eyes for sight;
You will need them, mine observer, yet for many another night.
I leave none but you, my pupil, unto whom my plans are known.
You "have none but me," you murmur, and I "leave you quite alone"?
Well then, kiss me,—since my mother left her blessing on my brow,
There has been a something wanting in my nature until now;
I can dimly comprehend it,—that I might have been more kind,
Might have cherished you more wisely, as the one I leave behind.
I "have never failed in kindness"? No, we lived too high for strife,—
Calmest coldness was the error which has crept into our life;
But your spirit is untainted, I can dedicate you still
To the service of our science: you will further it? you will!
There are certain calculations I should like to make with you,
To be sure that your deductions will be logical and true;
And remember, "Patience, Patience," is the watchword of a sage,
Not to-day nor yet to-morrow can complete a perfect age.
I have sown, like Tycho Brahé, that a greater man may reap;
But if none should do my reaping, 'twill disturb me in my sleep.
So be careful and be faithful, though, like me, you leave no name;
See, my boy, that nothing turn you to the mere pursuit of fame.
I must say Good-bye, my pupil, for I cannot longer speak;
Draw the curtain back for Venus, ere my vision grows too weak:
It is strange the pearly planet should look red as fiery Mars,—
God will mercifully guide me on my way amongst the stars.
[quote="APOD Robot" post_id=303697 time=1593662982 user_id=128559]
[url=https://apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap200702.html] [img]https://apod.nasa.gov/apod/calendar/S_200702.jpg[/img] [size=150]The Galaxy, the Planet, and the Apple Tree[/size][/url]
[b] Explanation: [/b] [url=https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sarah_Williams]The Old Astronomer's[/url] Milky Way arcs through this peaceful northern sky. Against faint, diffuse starlight you can follow dark rifts of interstellar dust clouds stretching from the galaxy's core. They lead toward [url=https://apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap200516.html]bright star Antares[/url] at the right, almost due south above the horizon. The brightest beacon in [url=https://archive.org/details/cu31924091181317/page/n10/mode/1up]the twilight[/url] is [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WP5rhrs1bnc]Jupiter, though[/url]. From the camera's perspective it seems to hang from the limb of a tree framing the foreground, an apple tree of course. The serene [url=https://www.facebook.com/kristinerosephotography/photos/a.830762170295868/3195786030460125/?type=3&theater]maritime nightscape[/url] was recorded in tracked and untracked exposures on June 16 from Dover, Nova Scotia, planet Earth.
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"[b]The Old Astronomer[/b]" is a pretty poem by by [i]Sarah Williams[/i] that I hadn't read before. Apparently, the second half of the fourth stanza is in many an astronomer's epitaph. From https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Twilight_Hours_(1868)/The_Old_Astronomer
[quote][b]THE OLD ASTRONOMER.[/b]
REACH me down my Tycho Brahé,—I would know him when we meet,
When I share my later science, sitting humbly at his feet;
He may know the law of all things, yet be ignorant of how
We are working to completion, working on from then till now.
Pray, remember, that I leave you all my theory complete,
Lacking only certain data, for your adding, as is meet;
And remember, men will scorn it, 'tis original and true,
And the obloquy of newness may fall bitterly on you.
But, my pupil, as my pupil you have learnt the worth of scorn;
You have laughed with me at pity, we have joyed to be forlorn;
What, for us, are all distractions of men's fellowship and smiles?
What, for us, the goddess Pleasure, with her meretricious wiles?
You may tell that German college that their honour comes too late.
But they must not waste repentance on the grizzly savant's fate;
[b][i][color=#0040BF]Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too truly to be fearful of the night.[/color][/i][/b]
What, my boy, you are not weeping? You should save your eyes for sight;
You will need them, mine observer, yet for many another night.
I leave none but you, my pupil, unto whom my plans are known.
You "have none but me," you murmur, and I "leave you quite alone"?
Well then, kiss me,—since my mother left her blessing on my brow,
There has been a something wanting in my nature until now;
I can dimly comprehend it,—that I might have been more kind,
Might have cherished you more wisely, as the one I leave behind.
I "have never failed in kindness"? No, we lived too high for strife,—
Calmest coldness was the error which has crept into our life;
But your spirit is untainted, I can dedicate you still
To the service of our science: you will further it? you will!
There are certain calculations I should like to make with you,
To be sure that your deductions will be logical and true;
And remember, "Patience, Patience," is the watchword of a sage,
Not to-day nor yet to-morrow can complete a perfect age.
I have sown, like Tycho Brahé, that a greater man may reap;
But if none should do my reaping, 'twill disturb me in my sleep.
So be careful and be faithful, though, like me, you leave no name;
See, my boy, that nothing turn you to the mere pursuit of fame.
I must say Good-bye, my pupil, for I cannot longer speak;
Draw the curtain back for Venus, ere my vision grows too weak:
It is strange the pearly planet should look red as fiery Mars,—
God will mercifully guide me on my way amongst the stars.
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