Searching the skiey depths all night in vain,

The starry seer hath known this mystery—

That the sky orb, which over half the sky

Hath baulked his chase, and mocked his utmost pain

If (haply while the daylight poured amain

Into the empty concave of the night)

Hath stepped into his glass, as clear to sight

As the one tree that stars a glassy plain,

So is it known that some secretive Truth,

Which Thought and Patience strove in vain to find,