I shall gather myself into myself again,
. I shall take my scattered selves and make them one,
I shall fuse them into a polished crystal ball
. Where I can see the moon and the flashing sun.
I shall sit like a sibyl, hour after hour intent,
, Watching the future come and the present go--
And the little shifting pictures of people rushing
, In tiny self-importance to and fro.
-- Sara Teasdale --