Spirit Speech
How green that cedar grows against the west,
The gray west full of rain:
The flickering firelight here within the room
Frays all the gloom.
The twilight comes storm laden o'er the plain:
Great drops like blood beat down on earth's rough breast.
The gray west full of rain:
The flickering firelight here within the room
Frays all the gloom.
The twilight comes storm laden o'er the plain:
Great drops like blood beat down on earth's rough breast.
The room is full of flowers—near my hand
Are violets mauve and white.
And lilies' fragrant breath each corner fills
And slender daffodils
Touch the dusk spaces with a tender light,
And all have speech for those who understand.
Are violets mauve and white.
And lilies' fragrant breath each corner fills
And slender daffodils
Touch the dusk spaces with a tender light,
And all have speech for those who understand.
Ah! rain like tears, Ah! twilight talk of flowers
That mingle and are one!
Our souls can only guess at all you mean,
When hushed they lean
O'er dreamland bars at golden set of sun;
Or slumber shut in visions through dark hours.
That mingle and are one!
Our souls can only guess at all you mean,
When hushed they lean
O'er dreamland bars at golden set of sun;
Or slumber shut in visions through dark hours.