Immanence

The sobbing of the winter sea,
  A child's wide eyes,
A rosy-blowing springtide tree
  Gray autumn skies;
My lady's step upon the stair,
  The evening star,
A city's busy stir and glare,
  Blue hills afar;
The vague, dim thoughts that surge and swell
  The human heart -
In each and all one thing I spell -
  Dear God, thou art!

- Dorothy Firman, 1906.