Cosmos

IGo search the ons an you willWhere withered leaves of Doubt are whirled,And who hath solved this riddle, Life,Or Death - that moves with sails unfurled,Beyond the straining eyes of manMarooned upon an unknown world. IINor tongue hath told, nor vision caughtThat paradox. Primeval Cause;Each age has had some parableEach age succeeding marked the flaws;While shifted, with the calendar,What men ha...