Maria Velho da Costa

ASTRONOMY

 
The Wain upon the northern steep 

 Descends and lifts away. 

Oh I will sit me down and weep 

 For bones in Africa.

 For pay and medals, name and rank, 

 Things that he has not found, 

He hove the Cross to heaven and sank 

 The pole-star underground.

 And now he does not even see 

 Signs of the nadir roll 

At night over the ground where he 

 Is buried with the pole.

A. E. Housman