• 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.

  • 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...