Though I am little as all little things, Though the stars that pass over my tininess are as the sands of the sea, Though the garment of the night was made for a sky-giant and does not fit me, Though even in a city of men I am as nothing, Yet at times the gift of life is almost more than I can bear -- I laugh with joyousness, the morning is a blithe holiday, And in the overrunning of my hardy bliss praise rises for the very breath I breathe. How soaked the universe is with life -- Not a cranny but is drenched! Ah, not even I was overlooked! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT DOVER CLIFFS, JULY 20, 1787 by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES THE WINSOME WEE THING by ROBERT BURNS CHRISMUS IS A-COMIN' by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE LAST CHANTEY by RUDYARD KIPLING THE ADORATION OF DISK BY KING AKHNATEN AND PRINCESS NEFER NEFERIU ATEN by AKHENATEN A PUBLIC DANCE by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |