Classic Poem

As one who shoots an arrow overhead
Straining in vain to follow with his eye
Looks down and sees it by him, or like one
Who posts and hurries in his dream
Wakes suddenly and finds himself in bed—
So swarth Magellan through the Indian main
Pressing he knew not whither nor how far,
Faint with the sense of endless space before
For daily incurred return, one morn looked forth
And found himself where he had started from.
That moment
Through the ripe brain of humankind was sped
A new vibration—and in Amsterdam
Sat one who said
The finite also is the infinite, Man God.