Who Is This That Is So Near?

Who is this that is so near? Not a face and not a voice. But a sense of someone here, Or of something not ourselves.

At no altar, from no ark---- Is it He? O wonderful In the day and in the dark To behold Him by no eyes.

Is it They? Ask us not who. As trees know when creatures pass, We may know when Those look through From another kind of day.

He and They within our sense. As we hope of bird or root: “Lo, it has intelligence!” Hidden ones may hope of us.