How do I roll thee? Let me count the ways.
I roll thee to the depth and breadth and height
My loader can reach, when digging out of sight
For the end of being an ideal grade.
I roll thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by belt and roll-bar.
I roll thee freely, as men strive for right.
I roll thee purely, as they turn from the pile.
I roll thee with the passion put to use
On my old rocks, and with my childhood’s faith.
I roll thee with a level I seemed to lose
With my lost balance. I roll thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but roll thee better before death.