As if to fix its own, but simply smote
And startled to vague beauty more remote?
LXV
So do we gain enough—yet not too much—
Acquaintance with that outer element
Wherein there 's operation (call it such!)
Quite of another kind than we the pent
On earth are proper to receive. Our hutch
Lights up at the least chink: let roof be rent—
How inmates huddle, blinded at first spasm,