Ep - And - Ein

Sometimes I risk a faltering step To meet these -steins, both Ein- and Ep-: But hesitate and halt at last, Finding the works of each too vast For such a finite brain as mine. They gravel me, both Ep- and Ein-. Ein-'s themes on space, Ep-'s things in stone Both leave me gasping. Tho' I own They're 'after something,' as men say, What master minds, what years away, Will fully grasp at last those fine Profundities of Ep- and Ein-? I sometimes like to think, if Ep- Could be induced to take the step, He might translate and bring in bounds Vague theories that Ein- propounds Carve them in stone, that, in the end Mere fools like me might comprehend. Working together thus they might To a dull-witted world bring light. But when each labors all alone, Ep- at his monstrous things in stone. Ein- with his talk of time-light-space Just leave me with a wooden face. Tho' here and now I own the twain Bring but a bussing in my brain, Yet I, like others of my kind, Keen to be thought a 'modern' mind, If asked, will learnedly admit, Each is indutitably It.