Seeking to worship man we find the scroll
Of fame discover man's infirmities.
The vast imaginations of the soul
Are still unsatisfied, beholding these.
Beauty half-known, like a sheer peak where roll
Transparent clouds, infinite mysteries,
Remains the one unconquerable goal.
Only perfection can engender peace.

Movement not rest is Nature's ruthless will,
Desire without attainment. By the sheen
Of shapeless dreams enticed we wander still,
Like birds across the inhospitable deep
That ever in their weary vision keep
The splendid image of a land unseen.