Self-question

Is this wide world not large enough to fill thee,
— Nor Nature, nor that deep man's Nature, Art?
Are they too thin, too weak and poor to still thee,
Thou little heart?

Dust art thou, and to dust again returnest,
— A spark of fire within a beating clod.
Should that be infinite for which thou burnest?
Must it be God?
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