Still searching, like poor old astronomers, Who totter off to bed and go to sleep To dream of untriangulated stars.
Collected Poems of Edwin Arlington Robinson - Octaves, XI (p. 100), The Macmillan Company. 1922
Still searching, like poor old astronomers, Who totter off to bed and go to sleep To dream of untriangulated stars.
Collected Poems of Edwin Arlington Robinson - Octaves, XI (p. 100), The Macmillan Company. 1922