What else does this craving, and this helplessness, proclaim but that there was once in man a true happiness, of which all that now remains is the empty print and trace? This he tries in vain to fill with everything around him, seeking in things that are not there the help he cannot find in those that are, though none can help, since this infinite abyss can be filled only with an infinite and immutable object; in other words by God himself.
Pascal
That is the response of the poem. Beautiful reflection, @mineopoly. Big.
Once again you remind me of these words for a thirsty soul @zeleiracordero. After the fall we are all looking for a way back to paradise but always come short until we come humbly to God.