We must suppose a Power

In that immense night-cleaving pageantry

Which men call Nature, a selective Power,

Choosing through æons as men choose through years.

Many are called, few chosen, quietly breathed

Shadow-of-a-Leaf, in exquisite undertone

One phrase of the secret music....

He did not hear.

Lamarck—all too impatiently he flung

Lamarck aside; forgetting how in days