Classic Poem

Take to thyself wings of the speed of light,
And toward the outmost, visible, dim star
That glimmers in the cold abysm of night,
Urge thy immeasurable course afar,
Till thought itself is weary with the flight;
Beyond thee yet unfathomed regions are;
Above, below, the solemn Infinite
Reveals no goal, no barrier, no bar.

So in the shoreless universe of mind,
The Known is but a hint of the Unknown,
A twilight glimpse of glories undefined;
Yet when a hundred centuries have flown,
Thought ever flashing onward unconfined,
The coming men, majestic giants grown,
Shall grope, as we do now, confused and blind,
Upon the borders of a boundless zone.