How small a thing am I, of no repute, Whirled in the rush of these eternal tides; Spun daily round upon this orb that ridesAmong its peers, itself how most minute!
Yet as I muse in sad comparison, Restless and frail, I thrill with sudden awe, Clasped in the large embrace of life and lawThat, howsoe'er I falter, bear me on.
So should a drop within the sluggish vein Of some vast saurian, (that slumbers deepIn seas undreamed of, rolling through the swell) In labyrinthine artery swim and creep, Yet hear far off, again and yet again,The vasty heart beat in his central cell.
