Elizabeth Madox Roberts

From “Talk from the Dust”

WHEN I can count the numbers far

And know all the figures that there are,

Then I’ll know everything, and I

Can know about the ground and the sky,

And all the little bugs I see;

And I’ll count the leaves on the poplar tree,

And all the days that ever can be.

I’ll know all the cows and sheep that pass,

And I’ll know all the grass,

And all the places far away;

And I’ll know everything some day.