Man’s life was spacious in the early world
It paused like some slow ship with sail unfurled
Waiting in seas by scarce a wavelet curled
Beheld the slow star spaces of the sky
And grew from strength to strength through centuries
Saw infant trees their giant limbs fill out
And heard a thousand times the sweet bird’s marriage hymns
June was but leisure to their lingering thoughts
They had no need of haste to finish aught
But sweet beginnings were repeated still
Like infant babblings that no task fulfill
And Love that loved not change
Constrained the simple will - - -