XVII. Astronomy

The Wain upon the northern steep
   Descends and lifts away.
Oh I will sit me down and weep
   For bones in Africa.

For pay and medals, name and rank,
   Things that he has not found,
He hove the Cross to heaven and sank
   The pole-star underground.

And now he does not even see
   Signs of the nadir roll
At night over the ground where he
   Is buried with the pole.

A.E. Housman, Last Poems

Public domain: first published in 1922.