Are those small silver tumps a town,
   And are those dewdrops windows there;
Is that dark patch a hill or cloud,
   And which is Earth, and which is air?
Lord, when I see a world so vast,
   This large, bewildering stretch of land;
The far-off fields, the clumps of woods,
   The hills as thin as clouds beyond -
When I see this, I shrink in fear,
   That if I once but close my eye,
The ends will sink, and leave me dazed
   Before a monstrous, empty sky!