If I have seen the Gods—the primal Three
Who play a game that hath no goal in view—
Who make, destroy, and evermore renew
Within the bubble Space all things that be—
Why should I halt and labor soberly,
Or care to have men find my vision true?
Enough, dear Heart, if I impart to you
The vast assurance that it gives to me!

Their muddy brains would make it all a lie,
Tho' with most golden words I told it o'er;
So much I've seen that I must see yet more
While Time still gives occasion. Then to die,
Let loose, and on my single way explore
The unimagin'd orbits of the Sky!