“Of how many cities brought to light,nHow many cities are there left to find?nAnd who could search them all?nThere hide two for every one,nI was daunted by the sum.nnOf all the ascents that I contrivenAll of the summits seemed at first so highnFor every mile therenI saw two that lay aheadnn‘till a great lightnburned a new sightnof what years holdnDays could not know.nnOf everything with the morning, andnEverything in time.nOh, Everything is smallernWhen you see it from on highnFrom the earth to the oceannI see another state of mindnOh, everything with the morning, sonnWill put all your fears to flightnnWhat the years holdnDays cannot know.”