SPACE Scorn not because my body lives In such a little place ; Think how my mind, on that account, Inhabits greater space.
My smallest blossom sometimes is The Moon or setting Sun ;
Seas are my pearls, and forests vast. Have no more trees than one !
The finest scarf or collar made, To keep a woman warm, By night or day, on sea or land, Is still a lover's ann.
W. H. DAVIES.