Shakespeare’s Mirror Cell

Hark! Pray lend thine ear, and I shall weave a tale,
Of telescopic wonders that shall not fail.
In realm of astronomy, where stars do gleam,
The mirror cell, a vital part, doth beseem.

A telescope, a wondrous instrument fair,
Doth peer into the heavens, beyond compare.
Its mirror, round and polished to great sheen,
Doth gather light, celestial scenes to glean.

But lo! The mirror, fragile as a feather,
Requires a cell to keep it safe, together.
A frame of sturdy wood or metal strong,
To hold the mirror, lest it goeth wrong.

The mirror cell, a loyal guardian true,
Supports the mirror, as stars pass it through.
Its purpose grand, to keep the glass in place,
With gentle touch, a tender warm embrace.

With springs and screws, it holds the mirror tight,
To quell vibrations, lest they cause a blight.
For steady vision, free from trembling woe,
The mirror cell ensures a steady flow.

A noble task, this mirror cell doth bear,
To aid the telescope in its cosmic stare.
To capture wonders, distant worlds afar,
And bring them close, like burning fire's star.

So let us raise a toast, to mirror cell,
For safeguarding the mirror, oh so well.
In Shakespearean fashion, let us celebrate,
This humble guardian, in cosmic fate.