What sights indeed are these,
That turn all tunes into rhapsodies of joy,
And make the moon do gypsy dances
Through the night sky?
A sky of stars
That shower and shake and stream
Across the galaxies,
To cram unto the ends
Of the distant universe.
Grains of sand upon the shore
Need sensitive fingers,
And a lifetime of counting,
To fill this distant space where
The very numbers stand in awe.
Zeros with mouths agape
