Who Questions if the Punctual Sun Unbars

LXXXII

Who questions if the punctual sun unbars
Earth's pageant, and flings gold upon the east?
If the swift intersessions of high stars
Make beautiful the night, with magic dressed?
Who asks if grass attires this populous earth?
If leaves put forth their flourish upon trees?
If buds on waking sprays have comeliest birth?
And who, that scans, inquires the why of these?
Who questions, tell, man's breath or blood, that comes
We know not whence, yet is, and dates his day?
These, being, have truth beyond all mortal sums
Of much and less, and prompt nor yea or nay.
A certitude sublime they have, above
Belief and non-belief. So has our love.