Slight As Thou Art, Thou Art Enough To Hide, Like All Created Things, Secrets From Me, And Stand A Barrier To Eternity. And I, How Can I Praise Thee Well And Wide? From Where I Dwell--Upon The Hither Side? Thou Little Veil For So Great Mystery, When Shall I Penetrate All Things And Thee, And Then Look Back? For This I Must Abide, Till Thou Shalt Grow And Fold And Be Unfurled Literally Between Me And The World. Then I Shall Drink From In Beneath A Spring, And From A Poet'S Side Shall Read His Book. O Daisy Mine, What Will It Be To Look From God'S Side Even Of Such A Simple Thing?