From
ChRONS AND MAXIMS

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In attic you o'erhang the whole creation.
The window is below your mighty knee,
You're higher then the roofs, the chimneys, clouds.
You think yourself a giant, you can reach
The ceiling with your shoulders.
And only your most usual surroundings:
A glass with saucer, tea-pot, sheet of paper,
Former inhabitant's big dusty boot –
remind us of our proper true dimension.

© Katy J. Trend