On molten worlds that hotly dashed them back
In storms of fierce repudiated steam?
Would you have made earth’s gems without the fire,
Without the water, and without the weight
Of crushing cubic miles of huddled rock?
Would you have made one kind of plant to reign
In all the earth, growing mast high, and then
Keep it undying so, and end of plants?
Would you have made one kind of animal
To live on air and spare the tender grass,