And then your word arrived as from beyond
Your body, bending with its breath the frond
Of a fern. You whispered to the listening stream:
“As evil is yet wider than we dream,
So good is deeper.” ...
O how I try to bring
Your voice to say in mine that word!—to sing
Clear-hearted as a mountain-spring
Of the wonders we see deepening!
Time cannot bury what the blest have thought,