Sonnets, II

And so, as this great sphere (now turning slowUp to the light from that abyss of stars,Now wheeling into gloom through sunset bars) --With all its elements of form and flow,And life in life; where crowned, yet blind, must goThe sensible king, -- is but a UnityCompressed of motes impossible to know;Which worldlike yet in deep analogy,Have distance, march, dimension, and degree;So the round earth -- which we the world do call --Is but a grain in that that mightiest swells,Whereof the stars of light are particles,As ultimate atoms of one infinite Ball,On which God moves, and treads beneath his feet the All!