"Whence these shapes of things terrestrial?"—
"Shadows from the Earth that fall,
Gliding into space celestial"—
"Does the Earth thus tell her story;—thus are all things imaged?"—"All—
Forms and actions all are imaged; naught is hidden, great or small."
—"They at last are dissipated,"—
I exclaimed in sorrow sore,
—"At the brink of things created?"—
—"Things created know no limit; infinite space they traverse o'er;
Still the starry vistas open and recede for evermore."—