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...COUNTRY SCHOOLROOM, ADIRONDACK MOUNTAINS by LOUIS UNTERMEYER SONG OF THE STYGIAN NAIADES by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES ON THE COUNTESS OF PEMBROKE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) FLUSH OR FAUNUS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ALL IS VANITY, SAITH THE PREACHER' by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE IMAGE IN LAVA by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS |