The influences of air and sky
Are side lights from the eternal throne
That fall upon the watchful eye
Of him who silent waits, alone,
And crown him master of his own.
He knows the beauty of the rose;
The central sun, the farthest star he knows.

The balance of a blade of grass,
The winds that in the meadows run,
Gathering incense as they pass
To offer to the thronèd sun;
The trembling secret to be won
From every running stream; all these
Are his, yet force him, silent, to his knees.

The watcher shall possess the earth
In silence, leaping to control
In moments mighty with the birth
Of passion, when the eternal soul
Shall wholly bind him to the whole.
The air, the sky, the winds, the rose,
Are his; the earth, and God Himself he knows.

To H.F.L.