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CONJECTURE
How sad it seems that Earth should reign in space
Thus lonely, and yet companioned, as we mark,
By stellar myriads that so throng her dark
Nightly with their pale-glittering populace!
Why should her glory and grandeur miss the grace
To win from heaven's creation-crowded arc
At least one obvious if elusive spark
Of tidings from some sister star's vague race?
Thus lonely, and yet companioned, as we mark,
By stellar myriads that so throng her dark
Nightly with their pale-glittering populace!
Why should her glory and grandeur miss the grace
To win from heaven's creation-crowded arc
At least one obvious if elusive spark
Of tidings from some sister star's vague race?
Nay, is it not that thousands of far spheres
Yearn for communion with our own this hour,
Yet find her speechless as a dead man's lip?
Ah, what if Science, amid the unborn years,
Might vest her with some new strange bounteous power
Of interplanetary kindredship!
Yearn for communion with our own this hour,
Yet find her speechless as a dead man's lip?
Ah, what if Science, amid the unborn years,
Might vest her with some new strange bounteous power
Of interplanetary kindredship!
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