This Morning I Look Forward To

This morning I look forward to 

The ride I am about to take,

For all the things to come in view

Of which a poem I can make;

Momentous things beyond me fail

To be of any moment now,

When it’s the smallest things avail

Me, whatsoever they allow;

As things of moment may be small

But they are relevant to me,

Whilst they encompass almost all

In little of large things I see—

Where, whatsoever’s on this train,

Seems but an intimation of

Things, which I simply can’t explain,

Over my head, lie up above.