The waking

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.

I learn by going where I have to go. We think by feeling.

What is there to know? I hear my being dance from ear to ear.

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. Of those so close beside me, which are you?

God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there, And learn by going where I have to go.

Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how? The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair; I wake to sleep, and take my waking s...