All in the leafy darkness, when sleep had passed me by, I knew the surging of the sea— Though never wave were nigh. All in the leafy darkness, unbroken by a star, There came the clamorous call of day, While yet the day was far. All in the leafy darkness, woven with hushes deep, I heard the vulture wings of Fear Above me tireless sweep; The sea of Doubt, the dread of day, upon me surged and swept All in the leafy darkness, And while the whole world slept.
Out of the heart there flew a little singing bird, Past the dawn and the dew, where leaves of morning stirred, And the heart, which followed on, said: “Though the bird be flown Which sang in the dew and the dawn, the song is still my own.” Over the foot-worn track, over the rock and thorn...
All in the leafy darkness, when sleep had passed me by, I knew the surging of the sea— Though never wave were nigh. All in the leafy darkness, unbroken by a star, There came the clamorous call of day, While yet the day was far. All in the leafy darkness, woven with hushes deep...
The past walks here, noiseless, unasked, alone; Knockers are silent, and beside each stone Grass peers, unharmed by lagging steps and slow That with the dark and dawn pass to and fro. The Past walks here, unseen forevermore, Save by some heart who, in her half-closed door, Looks forth and hears...
All day and all day, as I sit at my measureless turning, They come and they go,— The little ones down on the rocks,—and the sunlight is burning On vineyards below; All day and all day, as I sit at my stone and am ceaselessly grinding, The almond boughs blow. When she was here—O my...
