Reach me down my Tycho Brahe, I would know him when we meet,
When I share my later science, sitting humbly at his feet;
He may know the law of all things, yet be ignorant of how
We are working to completion, working on from then to now.
Lacking only certain data for your adding, as is meet,
And remember men will scorn it, 'tis original and true,
And the obliquy of newness may fall bitterly on you.
You have laughed with me at pity, we have enjoyed to be forlorn,
What for us are all distractions of men's fellowship and smiles;
What for us the Goddess Pleasure with her meretricious smiles.
But they must not waste repentance on the grizzly savant's fate.
Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.
(from _Best Loved Poems of the American People_, Hazel Felleman, ed. Garden City Publishing Co., Garden City NY: 1936, pp. 613-614) (The last line was used as an epitaph for an Astronomer-couple buried at Alleghany Observatory)
CONHEÇA O POEMA POR INTEIRO,
“Reach me down my Tycho Brahe, I would know him when we meet”
Os dois últimos versos da última estrofe são de uma beleza ímpar:
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.”
Meu amor pelas estrelas tem sido grande demais para que eu tema a (escuridão da) noite
.... ou ... para que eu tema a morte.”