And choking all the time with politics—
Why then I say, I contemplated him
And marveled (God! I marveled,
Write it in prose, dear God. Yes, in red ink.)
And marveled, as I said,
At the stupendous quantity of mind
And the amazing quality thereof.
Dear God of mine,
It’s really most amazing, doncherknow,
But really, God, I can’t get off the mark;