Where growling earthquakes breed; and why seas feign
To roar in wrath, and straightway laugh again.—
Something I learned; and blest had been my state,
If gifted with the will and powers by Fate
To follow Nature to her primal cause,
And coax from her the meaning of her laws;
Like him, too early lost, who told us how
To spurn at all it is not Man’s to know,
To count it shame to dread Death, as to weep
At putting off our shoes to go to sleep.