SHALL I tell you, then, how it is?
—
There came a cloven gleam
Like a tongue of darkened flame
To flicker in
me.
And so I seem
To have you still the
same
In one world
with me.
In the flicker of a
flower,
In a worm
that is blind, yet strives,
In a mouse that pauses to
listen
Glimmers our
Shadow; yet it
deprives
Them none
of their glisten.
In every shaken morsel
I see our shadow
tremble
As if it
rippled from out of us hand in hand.
As if it were part and
parcel,
One shadow,
and we need not dissemble
Our darkness: do you
understand?
For I have told you plainly how it is.