the chief engineer of the construction department appeared

I doubt my vows, tho' sworn on my own blood,

Tho' I draw toward you weeping, soul to soul,

I have a lonely goal beyond the moon;

Ay, beyond Heaven and Hell, I have a goal!

Down, down beneath the daisy beds,

I wonder if that gardener hears

And packed each gentle seedling down

I watched the red rose reaching up