XVII. ASTRONOMY

The Wain upon the northern steep

Descends and lifts away.

Oh I will sit me down and weep

For bones in Africa.

For pay and medals, name and rank,

Things that he has not found,

He hove the Cross to heaven and sank

The pole-star underground.

And now he does not even see

Signs of the nadir roll

At night over the ground where he

Is buried with the pole.