AT NOON

The sky is blue above the roof,

So calm, so blue;

One rustling bough above the roof

Rocks, the noon through.

The bell-tower in the sky, aloof,

Tenderly rings!

A bird upon the bough, aloof,

Sorrows and sings.

My God, my God, and life is here

So simple and still!

Far off, the murmuring town I hear

At the wind's will....

What hast thou done, thou, weeping there?

O quick, the truth!

What hast thou done, thou, weeping there,

With thy lost youth?