I open my scuttle at night and see the far-sprinkled systems,
And all I see multiplied as high as I can cipher edge
but the rim of the farther systems.
Wider and wider they spread, expanding, always expanding,
Outward and outward and forever outward.
My sun has his sun and round him obediently wheels,
He joins with his partners a group of superior circuit,
And greater sets follow, making specks of the greatest inside them. There is no stoppage and never can be stoppage,
— Walt Whitman, Excerpt from Leaves of Grass (1855)
(Photography credit: Chad Powell, Isle of Wight Milky Way Photography)