A solemn thing—it was—I said

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”!