Some, like the comets, cosmic vagabonds,
Are ever tramping the sidereal roads,
And others, myriad-massed in endless stretches,
Compose the glory of the Milky Way.
I look at life as an astrologer
Believing in the influence of stars,
Their influences evil, beneficial.
Perplexed I ponder o’er the laws mysterious
That govern all the movements of the stars.
And I am troubled in my inmost being