God! ask me not to record your wonders, <br />I admit the stars and the suns <br />And the countless worlds. <br />But I have measured their distances <br />And weighed them and discovered their substances. <br />I have devised wings for the air, <br />And keels for water, <br />And horses of iron for the earth. <br />I have lengthened the vision you gave me a million times, <br />And the hearing you gave me a million times, <br />I have leaped over space with speech, <br />And taken fire for light out of the air. <br />I have built great cities and bored through the hills, <br />And bridged majestic waters. <br />I have written the Iliad and Hamlet; <br />And I have explored your mysteries, <br />And searched for you without ceasing, <br />And found you again after losing you <br />In hours of weariness— <br />And I ask you: <br />How would you like to create a sun <br />And the next day have the worms <br />Slipping in and out between your fingers?<br /><br />Edgar Lee Masters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/scholfield-huxley/
