Tell me no more, I pray, of your suns and nebulous hazes; Think you Nature is vast only to set you a sum? Nothing in infinite space is so august as your object, But there is nought august, friend, in indefinite space.


The Poems of Schiller, To the Astronomers (p. 312), H. Holt & Co. 1902


Tell me no more, I pray, of your suns and nebulous hazes; Think you Nature is vast only to set you a sum? Nothing in infinite space is so august as...

Tell me no more, I pray, of your suns and nebulous hazes; Think you Nature is vast only to set you a sum? Nothing in infinite space is so august as...

Tell me no more, I pray, of your suns and nebulous hazes; Think you Nature is vast only to set you a sum? Nothing in infinite space is so august as...

Tell me no more, I pray, of your suns and nebulous hazes; Think you Nature is vast only to set you a sum? Nothing in infinite space is so august as...