Verse With Allusions

THRICE happy they whose world is spanned
By the circumference of Hand,

Who want no more than Fingers seize,
And scorn the Abstract Entities.

The Higher Things in Life do not
Invade their privacy of Thought.

Their only notion of the Good
Is Human Nature’s Daily Food.

They feed the Sense, deny the Soul,
But view things steadily and whole.

I, starveling yearner, seem to see
Much logic in their Gluttony.