If galaxies be the food of love, click on;
Give me excess of them, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That image again! it had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my eye like a sweet vision,
That shines upon a sky at night,
Stealing and giving splendor! Enough; no more:
'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
O spirit of stars! how great and bright art thou,
That, notwithstanding thy capacity
Receiveth as the universe, nought enters there,
Of what cluster and hue soe'er,
But falls into upon our gaze,
Even in a minute: so full of shapes is wonderous
That it alone is quite fantastical.
