I am
I am the poet of little
things and of babes
I am each
Of [illegible illegible] gnats in the air
and the even of beetles rolling his ball of dung
Afar in the sky [illegible]
I built a nest in the
was a sky nest.
And my soul ?stood? there flew thither
to at reconnoitre

and squat, and looked
out upon the universe
And saw millions the journeywork of of
suns and systems of
And has known since that

And now I know that
each a leaf of grass
is not less than

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