Let Doctors dissertate about Attraction, And preach long lectures upon Gravitation , Indulging thereanent in speculation For which no human creature cares one fraction, 'Tis all mere twaddle-talk and iteration: Of these mysterious modes of Nature's action There never yet was any explanation To anybody's perfect satisfaction. However, this I stubbornly believe, And for the proof thereof see no great need To take down Isaac Newton from the shelf- That, move whither I will-noon, morn, or eve, I manage to attract with awful speed My Three Half- Crowns' Tormentor tow'rds myself! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: A DEAD STATESMAN by RUDYARD KIPLING MARTHY VIRGINIA'S HAND [SEPTEMBER 17, 1862] by GEORGE PARSONS LATHROP IAMBICUM TRIMETRUM, FR. LETTER TO HARVEY by EDMUND SPENSER SNOWBOUND by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER SONNET TO THE MOON by HELEN MARIA WILLIAMS |