| For one throb of the artery, |
| While on that old grey stone I sat |
| Under the old wind-broken tree, |
| I knew that One is animate, |
| Mankind inanimate phantasy. |
| For one throb of the artery, |
| While on that old grey stone I sat |
| Under the old wind-broken tree, |
| I knew that One is animate, |
| Mankind inanimate phantasy. |