Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light

The Old Astronomer to His Pupil

Reach me down my Tycho Brahe, I would know him when we meet,

When I share my later science, sitting humbly at his feet;

He may know the law of all things, yet be ignorant of how

We are working to completion, working on from then to now.

Pray remember that I leave you all my theory complete,

Lacking only certain data for your adding, as is meet,

And remember men will scorn it, 'tis original and true,

And the obliquy of newness may fall bitterly on you.

But, my pupil, as my pupil you have learned the worth of scorn,

You have laughed with me at pity, we have joyed to be forlorn,

What for us are all distractions of men's fellowship and smiles;

What for us the Goddess Pleasure with her meretricious smiles.

You may tell that German College that their honor comes too late,

But they must not waste repentance on the grizzly savant's fate.

Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;

I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.

-Sarah Williams

PS. Just reread HP 7 to be prepared for November. Can't remember the last time I cried/laughed so much. So amazing. JK Rowling is a master at weaving emotions. And I know not everyone loved her epilogue, but I thought, and still do, that it was a perfect way to answer questions while still leaving it open for new stories to arise. Ever read fanfiction? I listen to a podcast of it when craving the magicalness of HP when there is no new books coming out. I'm a geek. and proud.