The Monkey's Cousin

I shall reach up, I shall grow
Till the high gods say — "Hello,
Little brother, you must stop
Ere our shoulders you o'ertop."

I shall grow up, I shall reach
Till the little gods beseech
— "Master, wait a little, do,
We are running after you I"

I shall bulk and swell and scale
Till the little gods shall quail,
Running here and there to hide
From the terror of my stride.

The Hill of Vision [1912]