And hold'st me up against the sky
And Earth's fair 'broideries I trace—
All girdled in by circling bands that tie
Unto her side my destiny—
Then unto me thou dost make clear
Why with Life's essence here I'm thrilled.
Then all thy prophecies I hear,
And in my being feel them all fulfilled.
And as the narrow rim of eye
Contains the vast and all-encircling sky.