MORE THAN SWEET

The noisy fire,

The drumming wind,

The creaking trees,

And all that hum

Of summer air

And all the long inquietude

Of breaking seas ——

Sweet and delightful are

In loneliness.

But more than these

The quiet light

From the morn's sun

And night's astonished moon,

Falling gently upon breaking seas.

Such quietness

Another beauty is —

Ah, and those stars

So gravely still

More than light, than beauty pour

Upon the strangeness

Of the heart's breaking seas.