The spirits of earth were there
Thronging the shadowed air,
Serving among the lilies
In an ecstasy of prayer.
Their speech I could not tell ;
But the sap in each green cell,
And the pure initiate petals,
They knew that language well.
I felt the soul of the trees
Of the white, eternal seas
Of the flickering bats and night-moths
And my own soul kin to these.
And a spell came out of space
From the light of its starry place,
And I saw in the deep of my heart
The image of God's face.