XVIII.Indefinite space, which, by co-substance night,In one black mystery two void mysteries blends;The stray stars, whose innumerable lightRepeats one mystery till conjecture ends;The stream of time, known by birth-bursting bubbles;The gulf of silence, empty even of nought;Thought’s high-walled maze, which the outed owner troublesBecause the string’s lost and the plan forgot:When I think on this and that here I stand,The thinker of these thoughts, emptily wise,Holding up to my thinking my thing-handAnd looking at it with thought-alien eyes,The prayer of my wonder looketh pastThe universal darkness lone and vast.
Indefinite space, which, by co-substance night,In one black mystery two void mysteries blends;The stray stars, whose innumerable lightRepeats one mystery till conjecture ends;The stream of time, known by birth-bursting bubbles;The gulf of silence, empty even of nought;Thought’s high-walled maze, which the outed owner troublesBecause the string’s lost and the plan forgot:When I think on this and that here I stand,The thinker of these thoughts, emptily wise,Holding up to my thinking my thing-handAnd looking at it with thought-alien eyes,The prayer of my wonder looketh pastThe universal darkness lone and vast.