The Human Tree

 Many have Earth's lovers been,
Tried in seas and wars, I ween;
Yet the mightiest have I seen:
Yea, the best saw I.

One that in a field alone
Stood up stiller than a stone
Lest a moth should fly.


Birds had nested in his hair,
On his shoon were mosses rare,
Insect empires flourished there,
Worms in ancient wars;
But his eyes burn like a glass,
Hearing a great sea of grass
Roar towards the stars.


From them to the human tree
Rose a cry continually:
`Thou art still, our Father, we
Fain would have thee nod.

Make the skies as blood below thee,
Though thou slay us, we shall know thee.

Answer us, O God!

`Show thine ancient fame and thunder,
Split the stillness once asunder,
Lest we whisper, lest we wonder
Art thou there at all?'
But I saw him there alone,
Standing stiller than a stone
Lest a moth should fall.

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