INVERSION

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.