Insatiableness. I

No Walls confine! Can nothing hold my Mind?
Can I no Rest nor Satisfaction find?
Must I behold Eternity
And see
What Things abov the Hev'ns be?
Will nothing serv the Turn?
Nor Earth, nor Seas, nor Skies?
Till I what lies
In Time's beginning find;
Must I till then for ever burn?
Not all the Crowns; not all the heaps of Gold
On Earth; not all the Tales that can be told,
Will Satisfaction yield to me:
Nor Tree,
Nor Shade, nor Sun, nor Eden, be
A Joy: Nor Gems in Gold,
(Be't Pearl or precious Stone,)
Nor Spring, nor Flowers,
Answer my Craving Powers,
Nor any Thing that Eys behold.

Till I what was before all Time descry,
The World's Beginning seems but Vanity.
My Soul doth there long Thoughts extend;
No End
Doth find, or Being comprehend:
Yet somwhat sees that is
The obscure shady face
Of endless Space,
All Room within; where I
Expect to meet Eternal Bliss.