Publisher's Synopsis
For every tiny town or place God made the stars especially; Babies look up with owlish face And see them tangled in a tree: You saw a moon from Sussex Downs, A Sussex moon, untravelled still, I saw a moon that was the town's, The largest lamp on Campden Hill. Yea, Heaven is everywhere at home. The big blue cap that always fits, And so it is (be calm; they come To goal at last, my wandering wits), So it is with the heroic thing; This shall not end for the world's end, And though the sullen engines swing, Be you not much afraid, my friend.
