DAY.

I see the day - full gold in its dawning !

I have watched it - as it stirred and grew, out of the darkness -

I have felt the slow sweet change rise across sky and earth -

In softest quiet - wider and clearer -

The purest, stillest silence in the world -

Floating over space.

Lighter ! - and lighter ! - and lighter ! -

Until a sudden singing sweep of early morning

Blew beyond vision - with a lift of the air -

And I knew that it was day !

Two trees they are - hard blowing !

Clear cut, violent, vigilant,

Twisting with motion - yet motionless;

Filled with great wind-sounds - they in their unbroken,
tireless silences;

Through an endlessly moving air.

Deep from the inner earth they have risen,

Out of the nearly motionless, hard-pressed depth;

To bend - to be driven -

Black against grey.

Poised - dominant - inviolate !

January 7, 1922.