On Looking Up By Chance At
The Constellations Poem By Robert Frost,
You’ll wait a long, long time for anytfung much,
To happen ill heaven beyond the floats of cloud
And the Northern LIghts that run hke tInghng nerves.
The sun and moon get crossed, but they never touch,
Nor stnke out fire from each other, nor crash out loud.
The planets seem to interfere in their curves,
But nothing ever happens, no harm IS done
We may as well go patiently on WIth our life,
And look elsewhere than to stars and moon and sun
For the shocks and changes we need to keep us sane.
It is true the longest drouth will end in rain,
The longest peace ill China wIll end in strife.
Still it wouldn’t reward the watcher to stay awake
In hopes of seemg the calm of heaven break
On his particular time and personal Sight.
fhat calm “leems certainly safe to last tonight.