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The Delights of Mathematics
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Robert Fuller Murray


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It seems a hundred years or more
Since I, with note-book, ink and pen,
In cap and gown, first trod the floor
Which I have often trod since then;
Yet well do I remember when
With fifty other fond fanatics,
I sought delights beyond my ken,
The deep delights of Mathematics.

I knew that two and two made four,
I felt that five times two were ten,
But, as for all profounder lore,
The robin redbreast or the wren,
The sparrow, whether cock or hen,
Knew quite as much about Quadratics,
Was less confused by x and n,
The deep delights of Mathematics.

The Asses' Bridge I passed not o'er,
I floundered in the noisome fen
Which lies behind it and before;
I wandered in the gloomy glen
Where Surds and Factors have their den.
But when I saw the pit of Statics,
I said Good-bye, Farewell, Amen!
The deep delights of Mathematics.

O Bejants! blessed, beardless men,
Who strive with Euclid in your attics,
For worlds I would not taste again
The deep delights of Mathematics.

 

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Robert Fuller Murray (1863–1894), was born in America but lived most of his life in Scotland, where he worked as a research assistant and journalist. Robert wrote two collections of poetry, one published prior to his death, the other afterwards.

 

 

 


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Michael:
Jayne, Delightful post--really like this poet's rhyming skill. Michael
Posted 02/27/2017 09:50 AM
Jancan:
Nor would I--a reference to the last two lines! I love it. Good choice for the day. Janice
Posted 02/27/2017 09:07 AM


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