Enfolding essence-binding all in one,
All motion and all life,-the near, the far,-
August,-enthroned beyond or sight or sun
And yet most intimate of things that are!-
Bathed in a miracle of light, I grope;
And darkly question the supernal will
Which gave us life and fed it with hope
That time could neither shatter nor fulfill.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem