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His heatless room the watcher of the stars
Nightly inhabits when the night is clear; Propping his mattress on the turning sphere, / Saturn his rings or Jupiter his bars
He follows, or the fleeing moons of Mars, / Till from his ticking lens they disappear. . .
Whereat he sighs, and yawns, and on his ear
The busy chirp of Earth remotely jars. Peace at the void's heart through the wordless night, / A lamb cropping the awful grasses, grazed;
Earthward the trouble lies, where strikes his light
At dawn industrious Man, and unamazed
Goes forth to plough, flinging a ribald stone
At all endeavour alien to his own .