"All might, all vastness and all glory Being Mine, I must descend and make Out of My heart a song, a story Of little hearts that burn and break; Out of My passion without end I will make little azure seas, And into small sad fields descend And make green grass, white daisies, rustling trees."
Then shrank His angels, knowing He thrust His arms out East and West and gave For every little dream of dust Part of His life as to a grave! "_Enough, O Father, for Thy words Have pierced Thy hands!_" But, low and sweet, He said "Sunsets and streams and birds, And drifting clouds!"--The purple stained His feet.--
"Enough!" His angels moaned in fear, "_Father, Thy words have pierced Thy side!_" He whispered, "Roses shall grow there, And there must be a hawthorn-tide, And ferns, dewy at dawn," and still They moaned--"_Enough, the red drops bleed!_" "And," sweet and low, "on every hill," He said, "I will have flocks and lambs to lead."
His angels bowed their heads beneath Their wings till that great pang was gone: "_Pour not Thy soul out unto Death!_" They moaned, and still His Love flowed on, "There shall be small white wings to stray From bliss to bliss, from bloom to bloom, And blue flowers in the wheat;" and--"_Stay! Speak not_," they cried, "_the word that seals Thy tomb!_"
He spake--"I have thought of a little child That I will have there to embark On small adventures in the wild, And front slight perils in the dark; And I will hide from him and lure His laughing eyes with suns and moons, And rainbows that shall not endure; And--when he is weary, sing him drowsy tunes."
His angels fell before Him weeping "_Enough! Tempt not the Gates of Hell!_" He said, "His soul is in his keeping That we may love each other well, And lest the dark too much affright him, I will strow countless little stars Across his childish skies to light him That he may wage in peace his mimic wars;
"And oft forget Me as he plays With swords and childish merchandize, Or with his elfin balance weighs, Or with his foot-rule metes, the skies; Or builds his castles by the deep, Or tunnels through the rocks, and then-- Turn to Me as he falls asleep, And, in his dreams, feel for My hand again.
"And when he is older he shall be My friend and walk here at My side; Or--when he wills--grow young with Me, And, to that happy world where once we died Descending through the calm blue weather, Buy life once more with our immortal breath, And wander through the little fields together, And taste of Love and Death."