I Need No Sky

I need no sky nor stars
When once, beyond the bars
That fence a meadow in,
I have espied a place
Blowing with Queen Anne's lace
Where only stones had been.

New stars have come my way.
Encompassing by day
A constellation's rim;
And, if I dared before
To doubt, I doubt no more
But do believe in Him,

This Hermit who, unknown
To eye or ear, has sown
In a secretive hour.
This Stranger who can make
The whole of heaven wake
And wander in a flower.