I bent again unto the ground And I heard the quiet sound Which the grasses make when they Come up laughing from the clay --We are the voice of God!—they said Thereupon I bent my head Down again I might see If they truly spoke to me. But, around me, everywhere, Grass and tree and mountain where Thundering in mighty glee, --We are the voice of deity!— And I leapt from where I lay: I danced upon the laughing clay፡ And, to the rock that sang beside, --We are the voice of God!—I cried.