I yawned, and the moon fell into my mouth.
I stretched, and gripped the horizon.
Oh, I grew taller than North to South,
And whatever I set my eyes on
Would tremble under potent fears
And hide itself from me;
My might could humble all the spheres
And twist eternity.
I leaped about from sun to sun,
The welkin skipped with ease—
Around the Zodiac I spun
And raced the Pleiades.
And then I felt a force in me—
Each atom was a spinning clod.
I knew a flame—Infinity!
I was the Universe! I was God!
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