Here you will find the Poem Earth Rune. of poet Robert Crawford
I heard the Earth within me sing As if it were a trancéd thing, Or as if under thought's control All things were chaunting in my soul. I was the centre of the sphere, And made the imaginary year, Whose seasons four were each a mood Like God's within His solitude. The unborn may dream of our life As we still dream of death, until Its shadow falls upon our strife, As the birth-light on the unborn will When they emerge as from a tomb Within the antenatal gloom. Ah! they may guess at what we know, May picture what their lives will be When they into time's essence flow And take on thought's reality, As we may deem of death, who pass Like shadows o'er the shining grass.