Siegfried Sassoon (1886–1967). The Old Huntsman and Other Poems. 1918.

68. Wisdom

WHEN Wisdom tells me that the world’s a speck

Lost on the shoreless blue of God’s To-Day…

I smile, and think, ‘For every man his way:

The world’s my ship, and I’m alone on deck!’

And when he tells me that the world’s a spark

Lit in the whistling gloom of God’s To-Night…

I look within me to the edge of dark,

And dream, ‘The world’s my field, and I’m the lark,

Alone with upward song, alone with light!’