Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891.
The BoulderLouisa Parsons (Stone) Hopkins (18341895)
O
My searching thought its questioning thread would wind,
The secret of these crevices to find,
Lettered in creeping lichen’s crusting rime.
And while I trace each deep mysterious line
Of subtle force that shaped the cleavage grand
And fitted block to block with master-hand
I read the hieroglyphs of thought divine:
Record of æons by God’s finger graved;
Of fire and glacier, crystallizing laws,
Atoms obedient to a central cause,
All patient power for endless purpose saved;—
I, but one grain of dust upon earth’s sphere,
Make altar of the rock and worship here.