Thursday, November 17, 2022

While We Commune, My Heart and I

 Be Quiet, Wind
by Charles G. D. Roberts 

 Be quiet, wind, a little while,
And let me hear my heart.
You chiming rivulet still your chant
And stealthily depart. 

 You whisperings in the aspen leaves,
You far-heard whip-poor-will,
You slow drop spilling from the rose--
You, even you, be still. 

 I must have infinite silence now,
Lest I should miss one word
Of all my heart would say to me--
Now, when its deeps are stirred. 

 Hardly I dare my breath to draw
Lest breathing break the spell,--
While we commune, my heart and I,
In dreams too deep to tell.