Out of a still Immensity all came!

These million universes were to it

The poor light-bubbles of a trivial game,

A fragile glimmer in the Infinite.

It could not find its soul in all that vast:

It drew itself into a little speck

Infinitesimal, ignobly cast

Out of earth’s mud and slime strangely awake,–

A tiny plasm on a little globe

In the small system of a dwarflike sun,

A little life wearing the flesh for robe,

A little mind winged through wide space to run!

It lived, it knew, it saw its self sublime,

Deathless, outmeasuring Space, outlasting Time.