Thou
canst
not
move
across
the
grass,

But
my
quick
eyes
will
see
Thee
pass, 

Nor speak,
however
s
i
l
e
n
t
l
y

But
my
hushed
voice

will
answer
Thee.

I
know
the
path
that
tells
Thy way

Through
the
cool
eve
of
every day;

God,

I can push the grass apart

And lay
my finger on
Thy
heart!

source: “Renascence” by Edna St. Vincent Millay, 1917 (excerpt)