There is no corner
There is no corner within this wide earth,
No mountain, ripple, city or face
Unsuffused by you, for every love is one
And permeates all in the tide rising
Against the shore and in the mirror-flash
On the breast of waves and in the tracks of snow.
Clocks and seasons measure out particles
Of time fused together like panes of glass,
And on every sliverís edge you gleam,
For you and the sands were conceived together
And that creating Mind made you in all
And all in you was made; this my whole eternity.