Classic Poem

I am so small: when I go out
Beneath the heaven of All Souls,
And see them twinkling all about
Who won through to their briary goals;
When I look up into the dome
Their gathered constellations wreathe—
The Great, the Faithful, trooping home—
I am so small, I scarcely breathe.

I am so great—for I am I.
Not one in all that starry band
Went just the way I travel by
To overtake my fatherland.
Forever seeking mine own Sign,
Lord of my spirit's lone estate,
My soul's a heaven where They shine
A part of me—I am so great.