On a Midge + 

Whence do ye come, ye creatures? Each of you + 

Is perfect as an angel! wings and eyes + 

Stupendous in their beauty⁠—gorgeous dyes + 

In feathery fields of purple and of blue! + 

Would God I saw a moment as ye do! + 

I would become a molecule in size, + 

Rest with you, hum with you, or slanting rise + 

Along your one dear sunbeam, could I view + 

The pearly secret which each tiny fly⁠— + 

Each tiny fly that hums and bobs and stirs + 

Hides in its little breast eternally + 

From you, ye prickly, grim philosophers + 

With all your theories that sound so high: + 

Hark to the buz a moment, my good sirs! + 