The Undivided - Mediaeval Baebes

From Me shineth the gathered glory of the sun

Which lightens all the world

From Me the moon draws silvery beams

And fire fierce loveliness

For all things that live

Are «the Divided.»

and that which sits apart, is

«The Undivided.»

I penetrate the clay, and lend all shapes

Their living force;

I glide into the plant—

Root, leaf, and bloom

For all things that live

Are «the Divided.»

and that which sits apart, is

«The Undivided.»

Becoming vital warmth, I glow in glad, respiring frames, and pass

With outward and inward breath

For all things that live

Are «the Divided.»

and that which sits apart, is

«The Undivided.»