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...AT CASTERBRIDGE FAIR: 5. THE INQUIRY by THOMAS HARDY PARAPHRASE ON THOMAS A KEMPIS by ALEXANDER POPE JACK CREAMER [OCTOBER 25, 1812] by JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE AUTUMN AND SPRING by JULIA COOLEY ALTROCCHI PLANTING by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: INDIAN LOVE SONG by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |