To stars and flowers we are; how many means Of music, moonlight, flowers and human speech. Is worsted by the stronger, till we near The indifferent splendour of the whole. Our God We are all partial images; we need Peacefully through the dreaming lanes I went, Brightened, I saw them kiss like swaying roses Under an arch of leaves, into the gloom And through the breathless hedge of blossom heard, Of supreme peace that whispers to the hills The Sheep. SLOWLY they pass In the grey of the evening Over the wet road, A flock of sheep. In the grey of the gloaming Over the wet road That winds through the town. Slowly they pass, And gleaming whitely Vanish away In the grey of the evening. Ah, what memories Loom for a moment, Gleam for a moment, Went in the evening, Where the sheep lay, In the grey of the evening Whitely they gleam For a moment and vanish Away in the dimness Out of the Strong, Sweetness. HALF-LIGHT of the dawn of the world, Tremulous watery plains, And chaos half dispelled From the nebulous sea and land, And through the gloom The eyes of the gods. Eyes of the gods, and silence, And sense of the laughter of gods; Slender and gentle and shy, Large-eyed with wonder, and trembling, And whisper less loud than a thought, Little ones gentle and shy, Deep in the heart of the wood The silence awaits you, your home. |