To Jules Verne



Science and wonder were all one to you.
What undiscovered law could cage you in?
You were master of mighty things that flew,
Great modern marvels that have never been.
Everything was possible in that age —
The mind of man had visions without bounds.
What we did not know built fancies on your page,
Dreams that are not real, but that astound.
Captained by No One, the Nautilus glides,
And eighty days is a gentleman’s bet.
Though now we cross the world with swifter strides
We’ve naught to match your Albatross quite yet.
   For what in this steel era can surpass
   A landing on the moon with steam and glass?

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