How Far The World Lies Under Me! Scarce Can I See The Men Below There Crawling! How High It Bears Me Up, My Lofty Calling! How Near The Heavenly Canopy! Thus, From Tower-Roof Where He Doth Clamber, Calls Out The Slater; And With Him The Small Big Man, Jack Metaphysicus, Down In His Writing-Chamber! Tell Me, Thou Little Great Big Man,-- The Tower, Whence Thou So Grandly All Things Hast Inspected, Of What Is It?--Whereon Is It Erected? How Cam'St Thou Up Thyself? Its Heights So Smooth And Bare-- How Serve They Thee But Thence Into The Vale To Stare?