Indefinite Space, Which, By Co-Substance Night, In One Black Mystery Two Void Mysteries Blends; The Stray Stars, Whose Innumerable Light Repeats 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 Troubles Because 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-Hand And Looking At It With Thought-Alien Eyes, The Prayer Of My Wonder Looketh Past The Universal Darkness Lone And Vast.