Thursday, June 2, 2011


How is't the stream goes round the rock?
How doth my blood rush to my heart?
How do the plants reach to the sun?
The eagle glide
The wolf pack
The fish breathe?
How do my lungs heave and ho?
My nails grow
My mind store thoughts
My passions blow?

I am no fool for science
For I see Thee hiding
So much smaller than sweet science can detect
Mysterious You, who does these things
Thou art the causer of all
What paradox it seems
With might so aplenty
That Thou shalt ever remain anonymous
Save to Thy lover's eyes who sees Thy signature everywhere

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