What Soul Knows

Let cauled heart know what all soul would find,
Then throw the folded shadow to the ground—
Disclose, beat by beat, one glowing coal
No dark could daunt forever: self's own soul
Whose hour is ever at the very dawn,
Whose heaven's always green as the richest lawn.

Only soul's sight within that shapes sights without
Could let us become, by doubt, devout—
This spark that circles without thought of toil
Seeks a new sunrise in every inch of soil,
Says we are all of sheerest marvel shaped
Who grew to awkward Man from aweless Ape;
And even Earth's conception felt no discontent
Whose seeds fell warmly, were warmly meant.