Henceforth, the small will retake their positions ahead
Of the large, the dew on the leaf over clouds in the sky,
The shadowed pebble over the sidewalk it and others
Are perched upon, the dead, dry leaves beneath the trees,
And so forth.  The things which absorbed me when I
Was a child will come to the fore again, and those which
Didn't, and haven't, and can't, the grosser examples
Of instrumentality, what an adult never sees for itself,
But only as means to accomplish some end, will recede,
And I can retrieve who I was:  one taken by sights
Of the little and useless which wait everywhere
In the world.