The Universe Void

Revolving worlds, revolving systems, yea,
Revolving firmaments, nor there we end:
Systems of firmaments revolving, send
Our thought across the Infinite astray,
Gasping and lost and terrified, the day
Of life, the goodly interests of home,
Shrivelled to nothing; that unbounded dome
Pealing still on, in blind fatality.
No rest is there for our souls' winged feet,
She must return for shelter to her ark —
The body, fair, frail, death-born, incomplete:
And let her bring this truth back from the dark;
Life is self-centred, man is nature's god;
Space, time, are but the walls of his abode.