My sincerity doth surpass The pretence of optic glass. Say what are the highlands yonder Which do keep the spheres asunder The streams of light which centre in our sun And those which from some other system run? Distinguished stranger, system ranger, Plenipotentiary to our sphere, Dost thou know of any danger, War or famine near? Special envoy, foreign minister, From the empire of the sky, Dost thou threaten aught that's sinister By thy course on high? Runner of the firmament On what errand wast thou sent, Art thou some great general's scout Come to spy our weakness out? Sculling thy way without a sail, Mid the stars and constellations, The pioneer@3er@1 of a tail Through the stary nations. Thou celestial privateer We entreat thee come not near. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: THE CHESSBOARD by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON THE SPANISH FRIAR: 1-3. LOVE'S DESPAIR by JOHN DRYDEN FOR MY OWN TOMBSTONE by MATTHEW PRIOR COLUMBUS DYING [MAY 20, 1506] by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR THE LOVE OF CHRIST WHICH PASSETH KNOWLEDGE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI TO THE MEMORY OF CHARLES BROCKDEN BROWN by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |