The infinitesimal Infinite
Out of a still Immensity all came!
These millions universes were to it
The poor light-bubbles of a trivial game,
A fragile glimmer in the Infinite.
It could not find its soul in all that vast:
It drew itself into a tiny speck
Infinitesimal, ignobly cast
Out of the earth’s mud and slime strangely awake,
A tiny plasm on a little globe
In the small system of a dwarflike sun,
A little life wearing the flesh for robe,
A little mind winged through wide space to run!
It lived, it knew, it saw its self sublime,
Deathless, outmeasuring Space, outlasting Time.
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