The rainy Pleiads wester Orion plunges prone, And midnight strikes and hastens, And I lie down alone.

A moment's thought would have shown him. But a moment is a long time, and thought is a painful process.

Stars, I have seen them fall, But when they drop and die No star is lost at all From all the star-sown sky. The toil of all that be Helps not the primal fault; It rains into the sea And still the sea is salt.

I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.

To justify God's ways to man.

There, by the starlit fences The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About the glimmering weirs.

The rainy Pleiads wester Orion plunges prone, And midnight strikes and hastens, And I lie down alone.