The wilder’d mind is tost and lost,
O sea, in thy eternal tide;
The reeling brain essays in vain,
O stars, to grasp the vastness wide!
The terrible tremendous scheme
That glimmers in each glancing light,
O night, O stars, too rudely jars
The finite with the infinite!
I cannot find who this chap is. The quote appears in Alfred Russel Wallace’s book, Man’s Place in the Universe.