UPON this great ship's tilted deck I stand, an undiscerned speck, And, where the vast, wave-whitened sea Leaps at the moon enormously In green-ridged tides, the ship's expanse Dwindles to insignificance. Thro' ether, perilously hurled, Thunders the huge bulk of the world, Which, in the eyes of other spheres, Itself a sunlit mote appears. In turn, all suns and stars in sight Lessen to needle-pricks of light, Flung helpless thro' an awful void Where measures fail, and Time's destroyed ... And still dost see when sparrows die? O God, where art Thou? ... Here am I! |