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 - - -