"Surrounded, surrounded, in measureless oceans of space,Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing,—seeking the spheres, to connect them;Till the bridge you will need, be form’d—till the ductile anchor hold;Till the gossamer thread you fling, catch somewhere, O my Soul."

"Surrounded, surrounded, in measureless oceans of space,Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing,—seeking the spheres, to connect them;Till the bridge you will need, be form’d—till the ductile anchor hold;Till the gossamer thread you fling, catch somewhere, O my Soul."