Many Have Earth'S Lovers Been, Tried In Seas And Wars, I Ween; Yet The Mightiest Have I Seen: Yea, The Best Saw I. One That In A Field Alone Stood Up Stiller Than A Stone Lest A Moth Should Fly. Birds Had Nested In His Hair, On His Shoon Were Mosses Rare. Insect Empires Flourished There, Worms In Ancient Wars; But His Eyes Burn Like A Glass, Hearing A Great Sea Of Grass Roar Towards The Stars. From, Them To The Human Tree Rose A Cry Continually, 'Thou Art Still, Our Father, We Fain Would Have Thee Nod. Make The Skies As Blood Below Thee, Though Thou Slay Us, We Shall Know Thee. Answer Us, O God! 'Show Thine Ancient Flame And Thunder, Split The Stillness Once Asunder, Lest We Whisper, Lest We Wonder Art Thou There At All?' But I Saw Him There Alone, Standing Stiller Than A Stone Lest A Moth Should Fall.