"I My soul’s an amphicheiral knot Upon a liquid vortex wrought By Intellect in the Unseen residing, While thou dost like a convict sit With marlinspike untwisting it Only to find my knottiness abiding; Since all the tools for my untying In four-dimensioned space are lying, Where playful fancy intersperses Whole avenues of universes; Where Klein and Clifford fill the void With one unbounded, finite homaloid, Whereby the Infinite is hopelessly destroyed. II But when thy Science lifts her pinions In Speculation’s wild dominions, I treasure every dictum thou emittest; While down the stream of Evolution We drift, and look for no solution But that of the survival of the fittest. Till in that twilight of the gods When earth and sun are frozen clods, When, all its energy degraded, Matter in æther shall have faded, We, that is, all the work we’ve done, As waves in æther, shall for ever run In swift-expanding spheres, through heavens beyond the sun. III Great Principle of all we see, Thou endless Continuity! By thee are all our angles gently rounded; Our misfits are by thee adjusted, And as I still in thee have trusted, So let my methods never be confounded! O never may direct Creation Break in upon my contemplation, Still may the causal chain, ascending, Appear unbroken and unending, And, where that chain is lost to sight Let viewless fancies guide my darkling flight Through Æon-haunted worlds, in order infinite. ∂p/∂t"