I Shall Gather Myself Into My Self Again, I Shall Take My Scattered Selves And Make Them One. I Shall Fuse Them Into A Polished Crystal Ball Where I Can See The Moon And The Flashing Sun. I Shall Sit Like A Sibyl, Hour After Hour Intent. Watching The Future Come And The Present Go And The Little Shifting Pictures Of People Rushing In Tiny Self-Importance To And Fro.