Of Magic Shadow-shapes that come and go
Round with the Sun-illumin'd Lantern held
In Midnight by the Master of the Show . . .
Erected none knows when by none knows whom,
To serve strange gods or watch familiar stars,
We drive to see you in our motor-cars
And carry picture postcards back to town
While still the unsleeping stars look coldly down.
in the sky - filled with pretty people?
Lear: Because they are not eight?
Fool: Yes, indeed; thou wouldst make a good fool.
And the distance of the furthest stars
In the sky can be measured.
Imposed on the fact of night
The fiction of constellations
And made commensurable
The distances between
Themselves, their loves, and their doubt
Of governments and nations?
The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.
Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse,
Without all hope of day!
in her 98 years to discover
levitating into the night sky
riding the polished lenses
|Birr Castle, Ireland|