And from my pillow, looking forth by lightOf moon or favouring stars, I could beholdThe antechapel where the statue stoodOf Newton with his prism and silent face,The marble index of a mind for everVoyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone.

Such a poem had I never heard before. This small yet substantially meaningful poem was composed by none other than the English poet, William Wordsworth.I first came across this poem on Apple's first logo.
 On the border, look carefully; it says "Newton --- "A mind forever voyaging through strange seas of thought, alone".
However, Newton wasn't always alone-obviously.He had connections with other great thinkers of that time.
Wordsworth's poems are almost always so full of imagery.It feels as if the reader is at the setting and everything that's happening is right in front of him/her.As I read the poem, I stood in front of the college chapel in Trinity.A perfect image of the statue, I could see.The moon's (actually Sun's , because the moon just reflects the sun's rays) rays reflecting from the marble and the stars above me.And in his hand, he had a paper.Full of theorems it was.It was him, the genius, the original thinker, Sir Isaac Newton.