Overhead the treetops meet (from "Pippa Passes")

Overhead the tree-tops meet,

Flowers and grass spring 'neath one's feet;

There was nought above me, and nought below,

My childhood had not learned to know:

For what are the voices of birds

-Ay, and of beasts,-but words-our words,

Only so much more sweet?

The knowledge of that with my life begun!

But I had so near made out the sun,

And counted your stars, the Seven and One,

Like the fingers of my hand:

Nay, I could all but understand

Wherefore through heaven the white moon ranges,

And just when out of her soft fifty changes

No unfamiliar face might overlook me-

Suddenly God took me!