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.

Still searching, like poor old astronomers, Who totter off to bed and go to sleep To dream of untriangulated stars.

Still searching, like poor old astronomers, Who totter off to bed and go to sleep To dream of untriangulated stars.

Still searching, like poor old astronomers, Who totter off to bed and go to sleep To dream of untriangulated stars.