We see — Comparatively —
The Thing so towering high
We could not grasp its segment
Unaided — Yesterday —
This Morning’s finer Verdict —
Makes scarcely worth the toil —
A furrow — Our Cordillera —
Our Apennine — a Knoll —
Perhaps ’tis kindly — done us —
The Anguish — and the loss —
The wrenching — for His Firmament
The Thing belonged to us —
To spare these Striding Spirits
Some Morning of Chagrin —
The waking in a Gnat’s — embrace —
Our Giants — further on —
