Tumultuous rushing o'er the outstretched plains; <br />A wildered maze of comets and of suns; <br />The blood of changeless God that ever runs <br />With quick diastole up the immortal veins; <br />A phantom host that moves and works in chains; <br />A monstrous fiction, which, collapsing, stuns <br />The mind to stupor and amaze at once; <br />A tragedy which that man best explains <br />Who rushes blindly on his wild career <br />With trampling hoofs and sound of mailed war, <br />Who will not nurse a life to win a tear, <br />But is extinguished like a falling star;- <br />Such will at times this life appear to me <br />Until I learn to read more perfectly.<br /><br />George MacDonald<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/not-understood-5/
