Scholfield HurleyGod! ask me not to record your wonders,I admit the stars and the sunsAnd the countless worlds.But I have measured their distancesAnd weighed them and discovered their substances.I have devised wings for the air,And keels for water,And horses of iron for the earth.I have lengthened the vision you gave me a million times,And the hearing you gave me a million times,I have leaped over space with speech,And taken fire for light out of the air.I have built great cities and bored through the hills,And bridged majestic waters.I have written the Iliad and Hamlet;And I have explored your mysteries,And searched for you without ceasing,And found you again after losing youIn hours of weariness—And I ask you:How would you like to create a sunAnd the next day have the wormsSlipping in and out between your fingers?
God! ask me not to record your wonders,I admit the stars and the sunsAnd the countless worlds.But I have measured their distancesAnd weighed them and discovered their substances.I have devised wings for the air,And keels for water,And horses of iron for the earth.I have lengthened the vision you gave me a million times,And the hearing you gave me a million times,I have leaped over space with speech,And taken fire for light out of the air.I have built great cities and bored through the hills,And bridged majestic waters.I have written the Iliad and Hamlet;And I have explored your mysteries,And searched for you without ceasing,And found you again after losing youIn hours of weariness—And I ask you:How would you like to create a sunAnd the next day have the wormsSlipping in and out between your fingers?