Perhaps I asked too large —
I take — no less than skies —
For Earths, grow thick as
Berries, in my native town —
My Basket holds — just — Firmaments —
Those — dangle easy — on my arm,
But smaller bundles — Cram.
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So large my Will
The little that I may
Embarrasses
Like gentle infamy —
Affront to Him
For whom the Whole were small
Affront to me
Who know His Meed of all.
Earth at the best
Is but a scanty Toy —
Bought, carried Home
To Immortality...