O deep of Heaven, ’tis thou alone art boundless, ’Tis thou alone our balance shall not weigh, ’Tis thou alone our fathom-line finds soundless,— Whose infinite our finite must obey! Through thy blue realms and down thy starry reaches Thought voyages forth beyond the furthest fire, And, homing from no sighted shoreline, teaches Thee measureless as is the soul’s desire. O deep of Heaven, no beam of Pleiad ranging Eternity may bridge thy gulf of spheres! The ceaseless hum that fills thy sleep unchanging Is rain of the innumerable years. Our worlds, our suns, our ages, these but stream Through thine abiding like a dateless dream. |