THE SILVERY ONE

Clear from the deep sky pours the moon

Her silver on the heavy dark;

The small stars blink.

Against the moon the maple bough

Flutters distinct her leafy spears;

All sound falls weak....

Weak the train's whistle, the dog's bark,

Slow steps; and rustling into her nest

At last, the thrush.

All's still; only earth turns and breathes.

Then that amazing trembling note

Cleaves the deep wave

Of silence. Shivers even that silvery one;

Sigh all the trees, even the cedar dark

—— O joy, and I.