All here is Spirit

All here is Spirit

All here is Spirit self-moved eternally
    For Matter is its seeming or its form,
A finite motion of Infinity
    Built up by energy's electric storm,

A flux of solid instability
    Whirled into shape by a tremendous Force
That labours out the world's fabric endlessly,
    Creates and then destroys without remorse

Titan and worm, the dew-drop and the sea,
    Our fragile bodies like the aeoned star,
But through it all remains immortally
    The secret spirit we for ever are.

Matter is Spirit's semblance glamorous
Self-woven for its own field and robe and house.