It would have starved a Gnat

Upon me — like a Claw —

I could no more remove

Than I could coax a Leech away —

Or make a Dragon — move —

Not like the Gnat — had I —

The privilege to fly

And seek a Dinner for myself —

How mightier He — than I —

Nor like Himself — the Art

Upon the Window Pane

To gad my little Being out —

And not begin — again —