XVII. ASTRONOMY
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he Wain upon the northern steepDescends and lifts away.Oh I will sit me down and weepFor bones in Africa. For pay and medals, name and rank,Things that he has not found,He hove the Cross to heaven and sankThe pole-star underground. And now he does not even seeSigns of the nadir rollAt night over the ground where heIs buried with the pole.
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