How much of Godhood did it take -- <br /> What purging epochs had to pass, <br />Ere I was fit for leaf and lake <br /> And worthy of the patient grass? <br /> <br />What mighty travails must have been, <br /> What ages must have moulded me, <br />Ere I was raised and made akin <br /> To dawn, the daisy and the sea. <br /> <br />In what great struggles was I felled, <br /> In what old lives I labored long, <br />Ere I was given a world that held <br /> A meadow, butterflies and Song? <br /> <br />But oh, what cleansings and what fears, <br /> What countless raisings from the dead, <br />Ere I could see Her, touched with tears, <br /> Pillow the little weary head.<br /><br />Louis Untermeyer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-much-of-godhood/
