It stretches out before me.
Crystal blue  and shining like silver
The lake so clear and blue.
From the high hill I can see it
A huge and unknowable expanse,
So very like the sky it mirrors.
Clouds float through deep blue water,
Moving over the surface like the slender water gliders
Sliding across some tiny puddle.
Through which I so carelessly tread.

What glorious things,
What magics of the universe,
Have I so pointlessly destroyed?
Trampled underfoot like some unknowing goliath
Even while some small, enthralled viewer,
Did revel in it, as now I revel in clouds upon the lake?

For in the eye of a passing ant,
Is not the sight of watergilders on a puddle,
So small to our eye.
Not as grand as the vista I now see?