Till he has felt that he’s been gi’en
The stars themsels insteed o’ een,
And often wi’ the sun has glowered
At the white mune until it cowered,
As when by new thocht auld’s o’erpowered.
Oor universe is like an e’e
Turned in, man’s benmaist hert to see,
And swamped in subjectivity.
But whether it can use its sicht
To bring what lies withoot to licht