Lord, Hear My Discontent: All Blank I Stand, A Mirror Polished By Thy Hand; Thy Sun'S Beams Flash And Flame From Me-- I Cannot Help It: Here I Stand, There He! To One Of Them I Cannot Say, Go, And On Yonder Water Play; Nor One Poor Ragged Daisy Can I Fashion-- I Do Not Make The Words Of This My Limping Passion! If I Should Say, Now I Will Think A Thought, Lo, I Must Wait, Unknowing What Thought In Me Is Growing, Until The Thing To Birth Be Brought! Nor Know I Then What Next Will Come From Out The Gulf Of Silence Dumb: I Am The Door The Thing Will Find To Pass Into The General Mind! I Cannot Say I Think-- I Only Stand Upon The Thought-Well'S Brink: From Darkness To The Sun The Water Bubbles Up-- Lift It In My Cup. Thou Only Thinkest--I Am Thought; Me And My Thought Thou Thinkest. Nought Am I But As A Fountain Spout From Which Thy Water Welleth Out. Thou Art The Only One, The All In All.-- Yet When My Soul On Thee Doth Call And Thou Dost Answer Out Of Everywhere, I In Thy Allness Have My Perfect Share.