Classic Poem

Though man be finite, still his wishes are
Indefinite, if not infinite: tell me then,
Is there not an insuperable bar,
'Twixt finite beings rendering back again
T' each other all they wish? As we are men
We're with pure reason gifted. This doth tend
To th' infinite. However we may strain
All possibilities, when man doth blend
With man, an aching void that union will attend.