Galileo + 

“And yet it moves!” Ah, Truth, where wert thou then + 

When all for thee they racked each piteous limb? + 

Wert thou in heaven, and busy with thy hymn + 

When those poor hands convulsed that held thy pen? + 

Art thou a phantom that deceives! men + 

To their undoing? or dost thou watch him + 

Pale, cold, and silent in his dungeon dim? + 

And wilt thou ever speak to him again? + 

“It moves, it moves! Alas, my flesh was weak! + 

That was a hideous dream! I’ll cry aloud + 

How the green bulk wheels sunward day by day! + 

Ah me! ah me! perchance my heart was proud + 

That I alone should know that word to speak! + 

And now, sweet Truth, shine upon these, I pray.” + 