Design.

The stars a-straggle on the Milky Way
Seem tossed about in mindless disarray,
E'en as the lights that foot the dim-lined hill
Haphazard pour into the glimmering bay:

And we know that the lamplights' muddled spill
But masks the symmetry designed of will;
Then how can we who tread the ordered way
Write down the stars to one vast feckless Nil?

P. J. S.