The Voice And The Dusk
HE slender moon and one pale star, A rose leaf and a silver
From some god's garden blown afar, Go down the gold deep tranquilly.
Within the south there rolls and grows A mighty town with tower and spire,
From a cloud bastion masked with rose The lightning flashes diamond fire.
The purple martin darts about The purlieus of the iris fen;
The king-bird rushes up and out, He screams and whirls and screams again.
A thrush is hidden in a maze Of cedar buds and tamarac bloom,
He throws his rapid flexile phrase, A flash of emeralds in the gloom.
A voice is singing from the hill A happy love of long ago;
Ah! tender voice, be still, be still, ''Tis sometimes better not to know.'The rapture from the amber height Floats tremblingly along the plain,
Where in the reeds with fairy light The lingering fireflies gleam again.
Buried in dingles more remote, Or drifted from some ferny rise,
The swooning of the golden throat Drops in the mellow dusk and dies.
A soft wind passes lightly drawn, A wave leaps silverly and
The rustling sedge, and then is gone Down the black cavern in the firs.
Duncan Campbell Scott
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