Infinity

I Dare not think that thou art by, to stand And face omnipotence so near at hand!   When I consider thee, how must I shrink; How must I say, I do not understand,       I dare not think! I cannot stand before the thought of thee, Infinite Fulness of Eternity!   So close that all the outlines of the land Are lost,—in the inflowing of thy sea       I cannot stand. I think of thee, and as the crystal bowl Is broken, and the waters of the soul   Go down to death within the crystal sea, I faint and fail when (thou, the perfect whole)       I think of thee.