Louis Untermeyer: How much of Godhood

How much of Godhood

Louis Untermeyer

How much of Godhood did it take —  What purging epochs had to pass, Ere I was fit for leaf and lake  And worthy of the patient grass?
What mighty travails must have been,  What ages must have moulded me, Ere I was raised and made akin  To dawn, the daisy and the sea.
In what great struggles was I felled,  In what old lives I labored long, Ere I was given a world that held  A meadow, butterflies and Song?
But oh, what cleansings and what fears,  What countless raisings from the dead, Ere I could see Her, touched with tears,  Pillow the little weary head.