IX—IN ENGLAND
Darwin
I
CHANCE AND DESIGN
“I am the whisper that he ceased to hear,”
The quiet voice of Shadow-of-a-Leaf began;
And, as he spoke, the flowing air before me
Shone like a crystal sphere, wherein I saw
All that he pictured, through his own deep eyes.
I waited in his garden there, at Down.
I peered between the crooklights of a hedge
Where ragged robins grew.