Tell Me

Tell me, dear beauty of the dusk,

When purple ribbons bind the hill,

Do dreams your secret wish fulfill,

Do prayers, like kernels from the

Come from your lips?

Tell me if

The mountains loom at night, giant

Of softer shadow, swift like

Of grass seeds come to flower.

Tell me if the night winds

Them towards me, if the

As it ripples past your shore,

Catches the soul of what you send.