Excerpt From A School Reading.

HEIGHT

When I was young I felt so small
And frightened, for the world was tall.

And even grasses seemed to me
A forest of immensity,

Until I learned that I could grow
A glance would leave them far below.

Spanning a tree's height with my eye,
Suddenly I soared as high;

And fixing on a star I grew,
I pushed my head against the blue!

Still, like a singing lark, I find
Rapture to leave the grass behind.

And sometimes standing in a crowd
My lips are cool against a cloud.

Anne Morrow Lindbergh, October 11, 1925

I'm reading a book of Anne Morrow Lindbergh's diary and letters, and I came across this poem that she sent to her mother (special delivery) right after she had written it. I especially liked the last two lines.