He leaned to her influence like a flower to the rain
And like a flower and tree a natural growth,
Widen with touches of her shaping hours.
His mind was open to her infinite mind,
His acts were rhythmic with her primal force;
He has subdued his mortal thoughts to hers.
That day he had turned from his accustomed paths;
For One who, knowing every moment’s load,
Can move in all our studied or careless steps,
Had laid the spell of destiny on his feet
And drawn him to the forest’s flowering verge.