Whoever you are: When evening comes, step out
of your room there, in which you know all things;
just before the Distance lies your house:
Whoever you are.
And with your tired eyes, which can barely free
themselves from the much-trodden threshold there,
you gradually raise up a dark tree
and place it near to heaven: alone and spare.
And you have made the world. And great it is,
and like a word that in the hush ripes on.
And as your purpose comprehends its mind,
your eye with gentle love shall set it loose . . .