The burning one-ness binding everything
Can I, imprisoned, body-bounded, touch / The starry garment of the Oversoul, / Reach from my tiny part to the great / Whole, / And spread my Little to the infinite Much, / When Truth forever slips from out my clutch, / And what I take indeed, I do but dole / In cupfuls from a rimless ocean-bowl / That holds a million million million such?