Francis Thompson

“ O WORLD invisible, we view thee, O World intangible, we touch thee, O World unknowable, we know thee, Inapprehensible, we clutch thee! Does the fish soar to find the ocean, The eagle plunge to find the air- That we ask of the stars in motion If they have rumour of thee there? ”

“ Not where the wheeling systems darken, And our benumbed conceiving soars!- The drift of pinions, would we hearken, Beats at our own clay-shuttered doors. The angels keep their ancient places; - Turn but a stone, but start a wing! ”