Here in this wilderness
        Each tree and stone fills me
        With the sadness of a great glee.
God in His altogetherness
        Is whole‑part of each stone and tree.

An inner outward seeingness
        Makes my clear self unknown.
        (O Godfully alone!)
God in His overbeingness
        Survives His death each tree and every stone

Ay, in the barkness and clodfulness
        Of tree and sand and stone
        God is only His Own,
God in all His godfulness,
        Whose concrete soul's each thing's abstraction.