Behold a scale! They but now who seemed In bigness to surpass Scuti’si giant mass,ii Now less than smallest pools, in zero’d room Throng numberless–like that Googolplex spaceiii Beyond the Holy mount; or faery grace, Whose divinities divine, by sweeter-side Of finitude, some precious Processiv sees, Or dreams it sees, while overhead our Moon Sits obscured, and nearer to our Earth Veiled in pale grandeur: […]