And mellowed and thrilled with a finer rhyme.
Backward and forward the atoms go
In the surging tide of that soundless sea,
Whose billows from nowhere to nowhere flow,
As they break on the sands of eternity.
Yet, through all the coasts of the endless All,
In the ages to come, as in ages gone,
We feel but the throb of that mystic thrall
Which binds responsive the whole in one.