They drew the picture of a living world
In all its detail spread before my gaze.
From my soul-substance did they draw the power
With which to fashion Being out of Thought.
And as this world condensed before mine eyes,
My personal sense of feeling passed from me.
And words resounded from this picture-world,
Thinking themselves; and thrust themselves on me.
From out life’s needs they brought to being things,
And gifted them with power from deeds of good.