| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | The Oracle | | By Edmund Kemper Broadus |
| | (To the New Telescope on Mt. Wilson)
OF old sat one at Delphi brooding o’er | |
| The fretful earth;—ironically wise, | |
| Veiling her prescience in dark replies, | |
| She shaped the fates of men with mystic lore. | |
| The oracle is silent now. No more | 5 |
| Fate parts the cloud that round omniscience lies. | |
| But thou, O Seer, dost tease our wild surmise | |
| With portents passing all the wealth of yore. | |
| For thou shalt spell the very thoughts of God! | |
| Before thy boundless vision, world on world | 10 |
| Shall multiply in glit’ring sequence far; | |
| And all the little ways which men have trod | |
| Shall be as nothing by His star-dust whirled | |
| Into the making of a single star. | | | | |
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