I go among trees and sit still -- Another Sunday morning comes -- To sit and look at light-filled leaves -- The bell calls in the town -- How many have relinquished -- What stood will stand, though all be fallen -- What if, in the high, restful sanctuary -- I go from the woods into the cleared field -- Enclosing the field within bounds -- Whatever is foreseen in joy -- To long for what can be fulfilled in time -- To long for what eternity fulfills -- What hard travail God does in death -- The eager dog lies strange and still -- Great deathly powers have passed -- The frog with lichened back and golden thigh -- Six days of work are spent -- The intellect so ravenous to know -- Here where the world is being made -- Dream ended, I went out, awake.
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