read this last night in an astronomy book:
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea,
The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,
And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea,
The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,
And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
-Andrew Gray, Elegy written in a country churchyard
Brian Yates
Antioch Study Group
c/o Prof. Heitor de Andrade Neto
Rua Lamenha Lins, 2498 – Rebouças
CEP 80.220-080
Curitiba, PR BRAZIL
Wish me luck.