Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

H . 0 . Meredith . How should the world or sea or land The senseless grass , the unthinking beast , Reach up to God ? How understand What links the greatest with the least ? Or how should God , who throws afar Time 's weft across the warp of space , Who communes not with any star , Nor the sun 's radiance finds his face , Stoop and observe a spinning ball His hand in one slight moment twirled , Half idly sundering from the All That last least particle , the world ? Man 's flesh is rooted in the ground , Whose mind , yet , reaching up the sky Far beyond scope of light or sound Commerces with infinity . Child of the earth , man loves the womb That bore , the breasts that gave him food : Nor all too much resents the doom Which brings to dust earth 's myriad brood . Yet child of God , man greatly shares Each thought each passion of his sire , And all the brash of earthly cares Consumes in elemental fire . 118