When, looking westward, I beheld
A Something in the sky!
It groweth and assumeth substantial shape.]
At first it seemed a little speck,
And then it seemed a mist:
It moved, and moved, and took at last
A certain shape, I wist.
A speck, a mist, a shape I wist!
And still it neared and neared:
As if it dodged some awkward question