Behind the tree, behind the house, behind the stars <br />In the presence that I cannot see <br />Otherwise than as house and stars and tree. <br /> <br />Tree, house and stars <br />Extend to infinity within themselves <br />Into the mystery of the world <br /> <br />Where whirl the wheels of power whose pulse beat <br />Out of nothing, out of night, <br />Leaves, stones and fires, <br /> <br />The living tree whose maypole dance <br />Of chromosome and nucleus <br />Traces the maze of boughs and leaves. <br /> <br />The standing house of stone that poured <br />In molten torrent when was hurled <br />Out of chaos this great world, <br /> <br />And suns whose kindling begins anew <br />Or ends the course that tree, house, world move through. <br /> <br />Upheld by being that I cannot know <br />In other form than stars and stones and trees <br />Assume in nature’s glass, in nature’s eyes.<br /><br />Kathleen Jessie Raine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/seen-in-a-glass/
