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38 The walls were oaken, wrought in deep device Of pomegranates and acorns — once our shield ; While underneath the mantel one had carved, With mingled vanity and insolence, " Here dined with Owain Prynne, King James the Small." Beneath a northern light my father sat, Conversing with the stars from night till morn, While I sometimes would stand beside his knee And gaze at Cassiopeia, till I saw " The lady in the chair," and said she had My cousin Agnes' face, and smiled well pleased, — She being lady-moon of my young life. The foolish fancy of a foolish child, So said my father, while he bade me look Along the telescope to find out truth. Then, through the dark and narrow way I peered, To see the little star become a sun, With satellites, and bright mysterious rings, While finest fragments of the Milky Way Grew into spheres and systems infinite, Until I sighed — " God must be very tired, With such a weight of worlds hung round His neck."