A solemn thing—it was–I said–
A woman—white–to be–
And wear—if God should count me fit–
Her blameless mystery—
A hallowed thing—to drop a life
Into the purple well—
Too plummetless—that it return–
Eternity—until–
I pondered how the bliss would look—
And would it feel as big—
When I could take it in my hand—
As hovering—seen–through fog–
And then—the size of this “small” life–
The Sages—call it small–
Swelled—like Horizons–in my vest–
And I sneered—softly–”small”!
