My destiny it is tonight <br /> To sit with pensive brow <br />Beside my study fire and write <br /> This verse I'm making now. <br />This Period, this tiny dot <br /> My pencil has defined, <br />By centuries of human thought <br /> Was predestined. <br /> <br />And my last period of all <br /> With patience now I see; <br />The final point so very small, <br /> That locks my life for me. <br />Yet in eternity of time <br /> They relatively seem <br />So like,--the dot that rounds my rhyme <br /> Or ends my dream. <br /> <br />For each was preordained by Fate <br /> Since human life began; <br />So are the little and the great <br /> Linked in the life of man. <br />And as I wait without heartache <br /> The pencil-point of God, <br />To pattern predestined I make <br /> This------.<br /><br />Robert William Service<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/periods/