You look at trees and label them just so,  
  (for trees are 'trees', and growing is 'to grow');  
  you walk the earth and tread with solemn pace  
  one of the many minor globes of Space:  
  a star's a star, some matter in a ball  
  compelled to courses mathematical  
  amid the regimented, cold, inane,  
  where destined atoms are each moment slain.
Mythopoeia (1931)























