The ADELE campaign is over, with some great results on lightning that I’ll tell you about before this year is completely over; new balloons are floating over Antarctica, because that season has come around again since my earlier posts at the start of this year; but none of that is very important this week, because one week ago, Sarah accepted my proposal of marriage. So it has been an “astronomical” year for me in another way, after all.
In commemoration, here is a poem by Robert Browning, for Sarah, and for everyone who fell in love in this Year of Astronomy:
My Star (from Men and Women,1855)
All that I know
Of a certain star,
Is, it can throw
(Like the angled spar)
Now a dart of red,
Now a dart of blue,
Till my friends have said
They would fain see, too,
My star that dartles the red and the blue!
Then it stops like a bird,—like a flower, hangs furled,
They must solace themselves with the Saturn above it.
What matter to me if their star is a world?
Mine has opened its soul to me; therefore I love it.