Cosmos

IGo search the æons an you willWhere withered leaves of Doubt are whirled,And who hath solved this riddle, Life,Or Death - that moves with sails unfurled,Beyond the straining eyes of manMarooned upon an unknown world.IINor tongue hath told, nor vision caughtThat paradox. Primeval Cause;Each age has had some parableEach age succeeding marked the flaws;While shifted, with the calendar,What men have termed generic laws.IIICreed after creed behold them nowLike Etna on Vesuvius piled;Till, scaled to earth by drifting sandsThey lie in later days reviled,And pushed aside by Time's rough handAs toys are, by a peevish child.

Klappentext

I Go search the æons an you will Where withered leaves of Doubt are whirled, And who hath solved this riddle, Life, Or Death - that moves with sails unfurled, Beyond the straining eyes of man Marooned upon an unknown world. II Nor tongue hath told, nor vision caught That paradox. Primeval Cause; Each age has had some parable Each age succeeding marked the flaws; While shifted, with the calendar, What men have termed generic laws. III Creed after creed behold them now Like Etna on Vesuvius piled; Till, scaled to earth by drifting sands They lie in later days reviled, And pushed aside by Time's rough hand As toys are, by a peevish child.