I Am A Part Of All You See In Nature; Part Of All You Feel: I Am The Impact Of The Bee Upon The Blossom; In The Tree I Am The Sap, - That Shall Reveal The Leaf, The Bloom, - That Flows And Flutes Up From The Darkness Through Its Roots. I Am The Vermeil Of The Rose, The Perfume Breathing In Its Veins; The Gold Within The Mist That Glows Along The West And Overflows With Light The Heaven; The Dew That Rains Its Freshness Down And Strings With Spheres Of Wet The Webs And Oaten Ears. I Am The Egg That Folds The Bird; The Song That Beaks And Breaks Its Shell; The Laughter And The Wandering Word The Water Says; And, Dimly Heard, The Music Of The Blossom'S Bell When Soft Winds Swing It; And The Sound Of Grass Slow-Creeping O'Er The Ground. I Am The Warmth, The Honey-Scent That Throats With Spice Each Lily-Bud That Opens, White With Wonderment, Beneath The Moon; Or, Downward Bent, Sleeps With A Moth Beneath Its Hood: I Am The Dream That Haunts It Too, That Crystallizes Into Dew. I Am The Seed Within The Pod; The Worm Within Its Closed Cocoon: The Wings Within The Circling Clod, The Germ, That Gropes Through Soil And Sod To Beauty, Radiant In The Noon: I Am All These, Behold! And More - I Am The Love At The World-Heart'S Core.