Figure E10 TRIPLE-ALPHA
In the deep past, all was primal gas,
The exhalation of the fading roar
Of Universe’s birth, but soon the mass
Of the first uncouth stars made at their core
A host of heavy atoms, and the spoor
Of their explosive deaths made all the land
And water, all of rich CREATION’S store.
O, ye that wander, sift the ocean’s sand:
How many ancient stars are nestled in your hand?