'Tis well averred, A scientific faith's absurd.
At last awake from life, that insane dream we take for waking now.
My care is for myself; Myself am whole and sole reality.
God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance, Rests never on the track until it reach Delinquency.
Was there nought better than to enjoy? No feat which, done, would make time break, And let us pent-up creatures through Into eternity, our due? No forcing earth teach heaven's employ?
Stand still, true poet that you are! I know you; let me try and draw you. Some night you'll fail us: when afar You rise, remember one man saw you, Knew you, and named a star!