It’s so amazing that the human race
Has entered into cosmic time and space:
At last an intellect to comprehend
How things originate and where they tend,
Someone to speculate and then construe
What is imaginary, what is true,
Inventing science as a means to know
Then comprehend in time the whole shebang
Of which our epic poets merely sang.
Where poetry leaves off, our science starts
And gratifies or heads if not our hearts—
Though poets still will have the final word:
While heads may know, our hearts too must be stirred.