Maybe this world is the tiniest dot In the limitless field of space But at present it's all of the world I've got And a curious sort of place; And though I've been over its realms a bit, There's plenty more left to see; It may be a dot in the infinite But a sizable dot to me! Yes, I'm only a speck on the dot, they say, But little enough I care, I'm a speck that moves in its own sweet way On the trails that I choose to fare; And as long as the world has sights to view Or mysteries left to know, I'll do the things that a speck can do And go where a speck can go. So this infinitesimal dot, the World, Seems wondrously big and strange With the torrents of life about it swirled, And its dramas that shift and change; It'll take me all of my years to trace The trails that are calling me. And as for the trip through the rest of space I've got all eternity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AMERICA TO GREAT BRITAIN by WASHINGTON ALLSTON THE RUNAWAY SLAVE AT PILGRIM'S POINT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A CHILD'S EVENING PRAYER by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE CROSS OF SNOW by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW DIFFERENT MINDS by RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH |