Being a poem of 6 4-line stanzas as follows: "We are like trees; our roots / Draw from the dark unknown / The substance of the fruits / Which will in time be shown - / The fruits that we must own. / The all-engendering sun / Begets with equal glee / Maggots on carrion, / Perseus on Danae : / So, good and evil, we. / Autumn alone with show / What seed was sown in spring : / Of morning's song we know / The words at evening - / If still we sing. / But he who turns again / To his dark motherland, / And in that lost domain / Finds Eurydice stand, / Then taking her cold hand, / Without a look behind, / leads her up towards the sun - He has no more to find, / His treasure-quest is done; / He and his fate are one. / That man is born again, / Orpheus - Nicodeme, / Not of the will of men, / But of the secret stream / Of spirit and a dream."