THE IDEA (Agnes Mary Frances Duclaux)
BENEATH this world of stars and flowers
That rolls in visible deity
I dream another world is ours
And is the soul of all we see
It hath no form, it hath no spirit
It is perchance the Eternal Mind
Beyond the sense that we inherit
I feel it dim and undefined
How far below the depth of being
How wide beyond the starry bound
It rolls unconscious and unseeing
And is as Number or as Sound
And through the vast fantastic visions
Of all this actual universe
It moves unswerved by our decisions
And is the play that we rehearse