God! ask me not to record your wonders,   
I admit the stars and the suns   
And the countless worlds.   
But I have measured their distances   
And weighed them and discovered their substances.
I have devised wings for the air,   
And keels for water,   
And horses of iron for the earth.   
I have lengthened the vision you gave me a million times,   
And the hearing you gave me a million times,
I have leaped over space with speech,   
And taken fire for light out of the air.   
I have built great cities and bored through the hills,   
And bridged majestic waters.   
I have written the Iliad and Hamlet; 
And I have explored your mysteries,   
And searched for you without ceasing,   
And found you again after losing you   
In hours of weariness-   
And I ask you: 
How would you like to create a sun   
And the next day have the worms   
Slipping in and out between your fingers?