written by William Henry Davies
|From "My Garden", 1933||Link to further information|
The Worlds march on and circle in their place,
Thousands of Worlds march on through Time and Space;
Each World a bell that, with its different toll,
The Master strikes to One Harmonious Whole.
His ears are keen, and He can always tell
If any World rings false, and name the bell.
And even I, with all these birds in song,
And grass all round me growing green and long;
Yes, even I - though shadows mark the Moon -
Could name the guilty World that's out of tune.
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