Oh, good gigantic smile o' the brown old earth, This autumn morning! How he sets his bones To bask i' the sun, and thrusts out knees and feet. From the ripple to run over in its mirth
Tis Man's to explore up and down, inch by inch, with the taper his reason.
On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven a perfect round.
But there are times when patience proves at fault.
If you get simple beauty and naught else, you get about the best thing God invents.
The moment eternal - just that and no more - When ecstasy's utmost we clutch at the core While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut, and lips meet!