Behind the tree, behind the house, behind the stars Is the presence that I cannot see Otherwise than as house and stars and tree. Tree, house and stars Extend to infinity within themselves Into the mystery of the world Where whirl the wheels of power whose pulses beat Out of nothing, out of night, Leaves, stones and fires, The living tree whose maypole dance Of chromosome and nucleus Traces the maze of boughs and leaves, The standing house of stone that poured In molten torrent when was hurled Out of chaos this great world, And suns whose kindling begins anew Or ends the course that tree, house, world move through, Upheld by being that I cannot know In other form than stars and stones and trees Assume in nature's glass, in nature's eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ENGLAND'S DEAD by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE HARVEST MOON; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW A PRAIRIE SUNSET by WALT WHITMAN THE PASSERS BY by AL-RADI BILLAH CORYDON - A PASTORAL by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |