PRESENCES
|
|
THE
shadow of the poplar
Beside my cabin door
Has trembled on the floor.
Tho’ no wind walks the forest tops
Across my window sill |
5 |
| It trembled
and was still.
The broad noon sunlight basking
On every flower and tree
Was still as light can be.
What made those withered leaves whirl up,
|
10 |
And
drift a space, and fall—
As they had heard a call?
Why are those harebells nodding
As if an unseen wing
Had set them all aswing,
|
15 |
Tho’
up and down the forest glade
No other blade or bough
Stirs from its slumber now?
The stillness and the brightness
Companion me. I hear
|
20 |
A footfall
drawing near
Tho’ no sound breaks the noonday hush.
A sweet breath stirs my hair,—
But there is nothing there!
What gracious presences
|
25 |
Are
these I cannot see
Tho’ they come close to me?
*
* * *
* *
I think I shall have pleasant dreams
In silence charmed and deep
When I lie down to sleep.
|
30 |
|
