Through an aërial universe of endless
Expansion—at which my soul aches to think—
Intoxicated with eternity[113]?
Oh God! Oh Gods! or whatsoe'er ye are!110
How beautiful ye are! how beautiful
Your works, or accidents, or whatsoe'er
They may be! Let me die, as atoms die,
(If that they die), or know ye in your might
And knowledge! My thoughts are not in this hour
Unworthy what I see, though my dust is;