534 <br /> <br />We see—Comparatively— <br />The Thing so towering high <br />We could not grasp its segment <br />Unaided—Yesterday— <br /> <br />This Morning's finer Verdict— <br />Makes scarcely worth the toil— <br />A furrow—Our Cordillera— <br />Our Apennine—a Knoll— <br /> <br />Perhaps 'tis kindly—done us— <br />The Anguish—and the loss— <br />The wrenching—for His Firmament <br />The Thing belonged to us— <br /> <br />To spare these Striding Spirits <br />Some Morning of Chagrin— <br />The waking in a Gnat's—embrace— <br />Our Giants—further on—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-see-mdash-comparatively/
