O GIANT Universe of star and sun, And World whose sea-searched crust Is teased by merchant lust, Delved in, built over, road-scarred, fought upon: Help me to make my littleness mine own And not pretend that things surmised are known.. To feel my helplessness as innocence And, unashamed as is the ladybird, Live in a tiny cage of vivid sense And trouble naught for things by distance blurred; Crush not in me that virtue of the mind, Which undismayed can find In very impotence a well of peace And be least blind absorbed by what it sees Clearest, Which, affined unto the soul, familiar is And dearest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BOTANICAL GARDENS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS AND WHAT SHALL YOU SAY? by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER JR. TO CHARLOTTE PULTENEY [IN HER MOTHER'S ARMS] by AMBROSE PHILIPS THE FEAST OF THE GODS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE BLUEBIRD by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE PINE TREE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |