Over these things I could not see;
These were the things that bounded me;
And I could touch them with my hand,
Almost, I thought, from where I stand
And all at once things seemed so small
My breath came short, and scarce at all.
These were the things that bounded me;
And I could touch them with my hand,
Almost, I thought, from where I stand
And all at once things seemed so small
My breath came short, and scarce at all.
