For Every Star That You Can See

For every star that you can see
Beyond it are far more
That simply counted cannot be
At last accounted for,

Yet after all the stars are told
Space that is over there
Has endless room for more to hold
Though it is nearly bare;

So that astronomy makes clear
How vast is Outer space
Of which so little does appear
From our time and place,

Of which we seem in constant need
Though we have overmuch
Of what we do with it, indeed,
We barely keep in touch.