Shefeelsherblood-treethrobbinginhergrain，Yetskywardbranched，withloftiermarkandrange。
Nomiraclethesproutofwheatfromclod，Sheknows，norgrowthofmaningrislybrute；
Buthe，thefloweratheadandsoilatroot，Ismiracle，guideshethebrutetoGod。
Andthatwayseemshebound；thatwaytheroad，Withhisdark-lanternmind，unled，alone，Wearifullythroughforest-tractsunsown，Hetravels，urgedbysomeinternalgoad。
Dareshebeholdthethingheis，whatthingHewouldbecomeisinhisminditschild；