On a Still Morning
Nan ShepherdI hear the silence now,
Alive within its heart
Are the sounds that can not be heard
That the ear may not dispart?As white light gathers all – The rose and the amethyst,
The ice-green and the copper-green,
The peacock blue and the mist –
So if I bend my ear
To silence, I grown aware
The stir of sounds I have almost heard
That are not quite there.