OUT of one heart the birds and I together, Earth hushed in twilight, Low through the live-oaks hung heavy with silver, Gemmed with the sky-light, Under the great wet star Shaking with light, we jar Lute-voiced the silence with intervaled music.
While under the margined world the slow sun lingers, Flaming earth's portal, Over the lilac dusk spreads his great fingers-Earth is immortal!
While the frail beauty dies.
Dream in the dreamer's eyes, All the good gladness turns praise for the singers.
Hark, 'tis the breath of life! Hush! and I need it;Northern, gigantic,-
Questing the silences, herding the sudden foam Down the Atlantic;Leaves from the autumn's store Shrill at my desert door, They and I out of one heart that is grieving.
