O World
O world that changes under my hand,
O brown world, bitter and bright,
And full of hidden recesses
Of love and light—
O world, what use would there be to me
Of power beyond power
To change, or establish new balance,
To build, or deflower?
O world, what use would there be?
Had I the Creator’s fire,
I could not build you nearer
To my heart’s desire!