The frog with lichened back and golden thigh Sits still, almost invisible On leafed and lichened stem, Invisibility Its sign of being at home There in its given place, and well. The warbler with its quivering striped throat Would live almost beyond my sight, Almost beyond belief, But for its double note— Among high leaves a leaf, At ease, at home in air and light. And I, through woods and fields, through fallen days, Am passing to where I belong: At home, at ease, and well, In Sabbaths of this place Almost invisible, Toward which I go from song to song.
