I shall gather myself into my self again, <br />I shall take my scattered selves and make them one. <br />I shall fuse them into a polished crystal ball <br />Where I can see the moon and the flashing sun. <br /> <br />I Shall sit like a sibyl, hour after hour intent. <br />Watching the future come and the present go - <br />And the little shifting pictures of people rushing <br />In tiny self-importance to and fro.<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-crystal-gazer/
