In this small ring of flesh;
The sky’s gold-knotted mesh
Thy wrist
Did only twist
To take him in that net.—
Man! swinging-wicket set
Between
The Unseen and Seen;
Lo, God’s two worlds immense,
Of spirit and of sense,
Wed
In this narrow bed;
Yea, and the midge’s hymn
Answers the seraphim
Athwart
Thy body’s court!
Great arm-fellow of God!
To the ancestral clod
Kin,
And to cherubin;
Bread predilectedly
O’ the worm and Deity!
Hark,
O God’s clay-sealed Ark,
To praise that fits thee, clear
To the ear within the ear,
But dense
To clay-sealed sense.
All the Omnific made
When in a word he said,
(Mystery!)
He uttered thee;
Thee His great utterance bore,
O secret metaphor
Of what
Thou dream’st no jot!
Cosmic metonymy!
Weak world-unshuttering key!
One
Seal of Solomon!