At the holy well :: :: University of Virginia Library

A golden twinkle in the wayside grass,
See the lone glow-worm, buried deep in dew,
Brightening and lightening the low darkness through,
Close to my feet that by its covert pass;
And, in the little pool of recent rain,
O'erhung with tremulous grasses, look how bright,
Filling the drops along each blade with light,
Yon great white star, some system's quickening brain,

Whose voyage through that still deep is never done,
Makes its small mirror by this gleam of earth!
O soul, with wonders where thy steps have trod,
Which is most wondrous, worm or mirrored sun?
... The Mighty One shows in everything one birth:
The worm's a star as high from thee in God.