From where I stood, or so it seemed,

For this is something I have dreamed,

Ten feet of ground was cut away.

I saw the roots as clear as day

That from a tall tree downwards burst

As God Himself had seen it first.

The earth was clear as clear the air

Was round the boughs, and lightly there

A million leaves of every green

Moved, yet no moving could be seen,

So slightly stirred the tree. It grew.

No more. And yet the wind went through.

This tree, this mirror-double tree,