And a mouse is miracle enough to stagger sextillions of infidels, And I could come every afternoon of my life to look at the farmer's girl boiling her iron tea-kettle and baking shortcake. It is time to explain myself . . . . What is known I strip away . . . . I launch all men and women forward with me into the unknown. The clock indicates the moment . . . .
Eternity lies in bottomless reservoirs . . . .
Births have brought us richness and variety, And other births will bring us richness and variety. That which fills its period and place is equal to any. I am sorry for you . . . . I am an acme of things accomplished, and I an encloser of things to be. I waited unseen and always, And slept while God carried me through the lethargic mist, And took my time . . . . and took no hurt from the fetid carbon.