Because I do not hope to know
The infirm glory of the positive hour
Because I do not think
Because I know I shall not know
The one veritable transitory power
Because I cannot drink
There, where trees flower, and springs flow, for there is nothing again

Because I cannot see clearly
but as through a glass darkly
Because I cannot perceive
beyond time and space (this narrow place)
and even here am quickly overawed
Because I cannot fully receive
the intricate connections in any single moment