Interpenetrations

Larks sang up in the morning sky, Wild flowers shone in the dew: The joy that dwells at the heart of things The birds and the wild flowers knew. The sea-waves broke on a lonely shore, The wind went over the trees: The sorrow that dwells at the heart of things Was known to the winds and seas.

The sorrow borne on the wind’s song The note of a bird made sweet; And the broken song of the breaking waves Seemed written in blue and golden staves In the flowers that grew at our feet. Secrets hid from the flowers of the field In the wandering wind we heard; And the stars of gold and the bells of blue Of the wild flowers, gave us again the clue That we missed in the song of the bird. And something the winds and seas forgot And the wild flowers left untold Lay dim in the rose of the twilight sky And shone in the starlight’s gold.

For the meaning that dwells in all things, The story of every heart, Is the same,--the infinite story of all Whereof each telleth a part:-- Tidings mightier, graver, Than a single voice can utter, Too deep and solemn a secret To sleep in a single breast; But the voice of each makes truer The voices of all the rest; And each repeats of the story The part that it loves the best.