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50 Then back to Earth, the dear green Earth:   Whole ages if I here should roam, The world for my remarks and me Would not a whit the better be; I've left my heart at home. THEN BACK TO EARTH THE DEAR GREEN EARTH WHOLE AGES IF I HERE SHOULD ROAM THE WORLD FOR MY REMARKS IN ME WOULD NOT A WHIT THE BETTER BE I'VE LEFT MY HEART AT HOME
another; Whether among the winds we strive, Or deep into the clouds [5] we dive, Each is contented with the other. 25 Away we go--and what care we For treasons, tumults, and for wars? We are as calm in our delight As is the crescent-moon so bright Among the scattered stars. 30 Up goes my Boat among [6] the stars Through many a breathless field of light, Through many a long blue field of ether, Leaving ten thousand stars beneath her: Up goes my little Boat so bright! 35 The Crab, the Scorpion, and the Bull-- We pry among them all; have shot High o'er the red-haired race of Mars, Covered from top to toe with scars; Such company I like it not! 40 The towns in Saturn are decayed, And melancholy Spectres throng them;--[7] The Pleiads, that appear to kiss Each other in the vast abyss, With joy I sail among [8] them, 45 Swift Mercury resounds with mirth, Great Jove is full of stately bowers; But these, and all that they contain, What are they to that tiny grain, That little Earth [9] of ours? D LAUGH AT YOU AWAY WE GO MY BOAT AND I FRAIL MAN NE'ER SAT IN SUCH ANOTHER WHETHER AMONG THE WINDS WE STRIVE OR DEEP INTO THE CLOUDS WE DIVE EACH IS CONTENTED WITH THE OTHER AWAY WE GO AND WHAT CARE WE FOR TREASON'S TUMULTS AND FOR WARS WE ARE AS CALM IN OUR DELIGHT AS IS THE CRESCENT MOON SO BRIGHT AMONG THE SCATTERED STARS UP GOES MY BOAT AMONG THE STARS THROUGH MANY A BREATHLESS FIELD OF LIGHT THROUGH MANY A LONG BLUE FIELD OF ETHER LEAVING TEN THOUSAND STARS BENEATH HER UP GOES MY LITTLE BOAT SO BRIGHT THE CRAB THE SCORPION AND THE BULL WE PRY AMONG THEM ALL HAVE SHOT HIGH O'ER THE RED HAIRED RACE OF MARS COVERED FROM TOP TO TOE WITH SCARS SUCH COMPANY I LIKE IT NOT THE TOWNS IN SATURN ARE DECAYED AND MELANCHOLY SPECTRES THRONG THEM THE PLEADS THAT APPEAR TO KISS EACH OTHER IN THE VAST ABYSS WITH JOY I SAIL AMONG THEM SWIFT MERCURY RESOUNDS WITH MIRTH GREAT JOVE IS FULL OF STATELY BOWERS BUT THESE AND ALL THAT THEY CONTAIN WHAT ARE THEY TO THAT TINY GRAIN THAT LITTLE EARTH OF OURS
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