The Divine

I heard last week
In the Hymn to Mercury
Homer and Shelley speak
Of that ancient divinity.

I move on a bus
Past the Angel
This breezy sunny day.
The tree's leaves shimmer
Like shoals of fish at play
In the sunshine and the wind,
Bestowing the sense
To my receptive mind
Of direct evidence
Of the divine.

Notwthstanding Traherne
Whose book I have got
From this vision I learn
That gods are not one but a lot.