A MORE imposing chaos than our own Rolls round us. This immediate mess Promotes a vaster hodge-podge, in turn less Than one yet mightier. All things that, alone, Have plan and purpose ultimately enthrone A universal dissonance, possess The seeds of some celestial foolishness To our misapprehensions yet unknown. What balm to meditate when Heaven's vain show Of lawless myriads clutters up the sky That this same glittering universe may flow A corpuscle inside the stepped-on toe Of some more hugely blundering ass than I! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 9 by THOMAS CAMPION A PAINTED FAN by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON ODES III, 29 by QUINTUS HORATIUS FLACCUS ON THE ENGINE AGAIN by ALEXANDER ANDERSON JUNGLE by WILLIMINA L. ARMSTRONG |