A General Communion

I saw the throng, so deeply separate, Fed at one only board-- The devout people, moved, intent, elate, And the devoted Lord.

O struck apart! not side from human side, But soul from human soul, As each asunder absorbed the multiplied, The ever unparted, whole.

I saw this people as a field of flowers, Each grown at such a price The sum of unimaginable powers Did no more than suffice.

A thousand single central daisies they, A thousand of the one; For each, the entire monopoly of day; For each, the whole of the devoted sun.