Join hands, wee verses—make a ring
And widen, widen. Everything
Will be encircled in your spell
If you but widen.
…
Lo! I fell
A tiny plummet in a pool-
Fallen poet, dizzy fool-
Too lost to find myself I lie. . .
Run on the water, rim the sky!
This fatal plunge, this little fall
Is loosed on an endless interval.
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