Or swiftly confluent imaginings,
Or great Potentialities (which thrive
On weakness,—for the doubtful gains on doubt
As doubt grows yet more weakly in its doubt!)
I may achieve to speech with this old man,
Tho’ barrel-hooped with yellow waistcloth,—propped
By king’s-cord on the nether, nerveless knees,
He seems yet unattainable: the sky,
Th’ imponderate vast æther—every star
Have by the climbing-ladder brain of man