Classic Poem

Some old Astrologer might calculate
The movements of the orbs in such a cell—
Ascribing to each star its proper spell
And brooding on its laws, prognosticate.
The great metallic bodies of the night
With magnetisms such as sway and bind
Control great empires and coerce the mind,
Conduct their arbitrations on a height.
Their council chamber is the sky and there
The stars build up their strong immortal towers.
Bearers of unintelligible light
The planets sweep their treasuries through the air.
So through the world magnificently bright
Great Fortunes move with Planetary Powers.