Classic Poem

To you, accomplished watcher of the weather,
Who trail the clouds and stars along the sky,
Locate the nebulae with naked eye,
And know what instant planets come together:
To you, so rich in science's devices
To measure nicely when the sun is high,
How much the air is heavy, how much dry,
How hot's the day, how near the night to ice is;
To you, O Accuracy's fond adorer,
So well supplied with all good things but praise,
As long as heat and cold beguile your days
I hope my gift may be a faithful scorer.