All is Dream-Blaze

There is a Man in the Breast

  There is a man in the breast
  As small as the thumb,
  But with all heaven's wisdom
  Which we cannot plumb.

  A miniature godhead
  Of dense burning light,
  Holding in his silver heart
  The whole Infinite.

  God's little saltpetre
  Thrown in the earth-haze,
  The upward intensity
  To lit a huge blaze.

  - p44