James Clerk Maxwell
James Clerk Maxwell Poems
At quite uncertain times and places,
The atoms left their heavenly path,
And by fortuitous embraces,
Engendered all that being hath.
And though they seem to cling together,
And form "associations" here,
Yet, soon or late, they burst their tether,
And through the depths of space career.
So we who sat, oppressed with science,
As British asses, wise and grave,
Are now transformed to wild Red Lions,
As round our prey we ramp and rave.
Thus, by a swift metamorphosis,
Wisdom turns wit, and science joke,
Nonsense is incense to our noses, ...
In the buds, before they burst,
Leaves and flowers are moulded;
Closely pressed they lie at first,
Though no hope of change they felt,
Folded hard together,
Soon their sap begins to melt
In the warmer weather.