Amy
K . Clarke .
And
lo !
it
fell
starlike
Trembling
to
cease
In
His
Infinite
gladness
Infinite
peace .
Out of
that
tremor
Time was made,
Worlds
crept
into
being
Young and
afraid .
Slowly , by
beauty ,
His
creatures
grew
wise,
Slow
dawned
its
wonder
On
opening
eyes
.
Men
watched adoring
His waters
roll
,
Deep
flowed His
colours
Through
sense
and
soul
.
Moan
of
creation
Rapture
that stirs
—
Blindly
they
learned
it,
Years
upon
years
.
Till clearly
one
spirit
Cried
on
His Name
From
all
her
lovely
And
earthly
frame
.