Stronger thou, yet thou seem’st dying—
Fading down immensity.
Rouse the quickened life to know!
God works subtly, work thou so!
Thou art subtler than the wind,
Than the waters, than the light,
Than old Chaos, whom these bind,
Beautiful, on axle bright.
Yet thou sleepest, while they speed—
God, of sleepers has no need!