Thy feet, millenniums hence, be set
In midst of knowledge, dream’d not yet.
Nor art thou nearer to the light,
Because the scale is infinite.”
Than cry for strength, remaining weak,
And seem to find, but still to seek.
Asks what thou lackest, thought resign’d,
A healthy frame, a quiet mind.” ~ Lord Alfred Tennyson
This is on the floor as you enter the beautiful and majestic British Museum in London. It is a rather long poem called The Two Voices that is autobiographical in nature and was written whilst Tennyson was suffering from severe depression.