(1915) Maar toen las ik zijn verzen in chapbooks en op broadsides en daaronder was ook dit : The Mystery He came and took me by the hand Up to a red rose tree He kept His meaning to Himself But gave a rose to me .I did not pray Him to lay bare The mystery to me Enough the rose was Heaven to smell And His own face to see .En ik las meer van hem , het frissche , ochtendlijke ‘ A Wood Song ’ , ik genoot van het uitnemende gedicht ‘ The Bull ’ , en ondervond de heerlijke , stralende blijheid in ‘ A Song ’ , de verrukkelijke verhevenheid van ‘ The Song of Honour ’ , dat eindigt met deze regels : I stood and stared ; the sky was lit The sky was stars all over it I stood , I knew not why , Without a wish , without a will , I stood upon that silent hill And stared into the sky until My eyes were blind with stars and still I stared into the sky .