"Night ... "

by Irene Conway

Oh, what in glory can surpass
The night-time heavens--shining--vast
With stars uncounted overhead
Like bushels full of diamonds spread
On the mantle of a king.

In cloak of glowing, sultry red,
Mars rides his chariot overhead
And farther to the west there lies
The dazzling queen of all the skies,
The brilliant virgin, Venus!

Now slowly rising in the east,
The eyes of mortal men may feast
On the greatest of them all
Whose ruddy "bands" the mind enthralls,
Majestic, giant Jupiter.

Old, golden Saturn gently swings
Across the zenith with his ring
And satellites now ten plus ten
Engulfed with mystery for men--
A solar system all his own!

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