Tangled in Stars

Poems by
Ethelwyn Wetherald



 

EARTH’S SILENCES



How dear to hearts by hurtful noises scarred
    The stillness of the many-leavèd trees,
The quiet of green hills, the million-starred
    Tranquility of night, the endless seas
Of silence in deep wilds, where nature broods
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In large, serene, uninterrupted moods.

Oh, but to work as orchards work—bring forth
    Pink bloom, green bud, red fruit and yellow leaf,
As noiselessly as gold proclaims its worth,
    Or as the pale blade turns to russet sheaf,

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Or splendid sun goes down the glowing west,
Still as forgotten memories in the breast.

How without panting effort, painful word,
    Comes the enchanting miracle of snow,
Making a sleeping ocean. None have heard

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    Its waves, its surf, its foam, its overflow;
For unto every heart, all hot and wild,
It seems to say, “Oh, hush thee, hush, my child.” [Page 29]