The Universe
By Walter De La Mare
I heard a little child beneath the stars
Talk as he ran along
To some sweet riddle in his mind that seemed
A-tiptoe into song.
In his dark eyes lay a wild universe, -
Wild forests, peaks, and crests;
Angels and fairies, giants, wolves and he
Were that world's only guests.
Elsewhere was home and mother, his warm bed: -
Now, only God alone
Could, armed with all His power and wisdom, make
Earths richer than his own.
O Man! - thy dreams, thy passions, hopes, desires! -
He in his pity keep
A homely bed where love may lull a child's
Fond Universe asleep!