| Louis Untermeyer, ed. (1885–1977). Modern British Poetry. 1920. |
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| James Stephens. 1882– |
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| 124. What Tomas An Buile Said In a Pub |
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| I SAW God. Do you doubt it? | |
| Do you dare to doubt it? | |
| I saw the Almighty Man. His hand | |
| Was resting on a mountain, and | |
| He looked upon the World and all about it: | 5 |
| I saw him plainer than you see me now, | |
| You mustn't doubt it. | |
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| He was not satisfied; | |
| His look was all dissatisfied. | |
| His beard swung on a wind far out of sight | 10 |
| Behind the world's curve, and there was light | |
| Most fearful from His forehead, and He sighed, | |
| "That star went always wrong, and from the start | |
| I was dissatisfied." | |
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| He lifted up His hand— | 15 |
| I say He heaved a dreadful hand | |
| Over the spinning Earth. Then I said, "Stay, | |
| You must not strike it, God; I'm in the way; | |
| And I will never move from where I stand." | |
| He said, "Dear child, I feared that you were dead," | 20 |
| And stayed His hand. | |
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