I hear the flowing of great rivers
And the long slow breathing of the wind,
And solemnly, incessantly,
Like gleaming fish
In weeds beneath dim water,
Stars on their universal way
Glide among woven boughs.
All is one,
Surely, indivisibly.
A falling pebble
Ruffles the pool’s clear face,
And in those wavering circles waken
Powers that shall change the motion of Orion
And vex the dreaming of a million stars.
Deeds are immortal. Once the rose is gathered,
Nothing can ever be the same again.