And swarming Ants heaped Hillocks up, with Winter's garner'd fare.
I saw the Warhorse prancing and trampling golden Grain;
And all his Hoofs were redden'd with the Blood of Love's Despair.
I saw the Winter weaving from Flakes a Robe of Death;
And the Spring found Earth in Mourning, all naked, lone and bare.
I heard Time's Loom a-whirring that wove the Sun's dim Veil;
I saw a Worm a-weaving in Life-threads its own Lair.
I saw the Great was Smallest, and saw the Smallest Great;
For God had set His Likeness on all the Things that were.