Uploaded on January 31, 2012
Measure me, sky!
Tell me I reach by a song
Nearer the stars;
I have been little so long.
Weigh me, high wind!
What will your wild scales record?
Profit of pain,
Joy by the weight of a word.
Horizon, reach out!
Catch at my hands, stretch me taut,
Rim of the world:
Widen my eyes by a thought.
Sky, be my depth,
Wind, be my width and my height,
World, my heart’s span;
Loveliness, wings for my flight.
—Leonora Speyer
Favorite Poems Old and New
edited by Helen Ferris
01.31.2024: Too much measuring going on.