No habitation meets the eye
A speck that would have been beneath my sight
Not far, but near, I stood and saw it all
Disturbed, I doubt not, by my thought
And it seems like time when after doubt
And of course there must be something wrong
That I should have guessed
It is because like men we look too near
And further still at an unearthly height
And lonely as it is, that loneliness
Were not too much to pay for birth
Robert Frost Cento
