All the voices of the wood called “Muriel!” 
but it was soon solved;      it was nothing, it was not for me. 
The words were a little like Mortal and More and Endure 
And a word like Real, a sound like Health or Hell. 
Then I saw what the calling was         :       it was the road I traveled, the clear 
time and these colors of orchards, gold behind gold and the full 
shadow behind each tree and behind each slope. Not to me 
the calling, but to anyone, and at last I saw   :   where 
the road lay through sunlight and many voices and the marvel
orchards, not for me, not for me, not for me. 
I came into my clear being;         uncalled, alive, and sure. 
Nothing was speaking to me, but I offered and all was well. 

And then I arrived at the powerful green hill.