THE INDIAN UPON GOD I PASSED along the water's edge below the humid trees, My spirit rocked in evening light, the rushes round my knees, My spirit rocked in sleep and sighs; and saw the moorfowl pace All dripping on a grassy slope, and saw them cease to chase Each other round in circles, and heard the eldest speak: i{Who holds the world between His bill and made us strong or weak} i{Is an undying moorfowl, and He lives beyond the sky.} i{The rains are from His dripping wing, the moonbeams from His eye.} I passed a little further on and heard a lotus talk: i{Who made the world and ruleth it, He hangeth on a stalk,} i{For I am in His image made, and all this tinkling tide} i{Is but a sliding drop of rain between His petals wide.} A little way within the gloom a roebuck raised his eyes Brimful of starlight, and he said: i{The Stamper of the Skies,} i{He is a gentle roebuck; for how else, I pray, could He} i{Conceive a thing so sad and soft, a gentle thing like me?} I passed a little further on and heard a peacock say: i{Who made the grass and made the worms and made my feathers gay,} i{He is a monstrous peacock, and He waveth all the night} i{His languid tail above us, lit with myriad spots of light.}