At Night

The wind is singing through the trees to-night,

 A deep-voiced song of rushing cadences

 And crashing intervals. No summer breeze

Is this, though hot July is at its height,

Gone is her gentler music; with delight

 She listens to this booming like the seas,

 These elemental, loud necessities

Which call to her to answer their swift might.

 Above the tossing trees shines down a star,

 Quietly bright; this wild, tumultuous joy

Quickens nor dims its splendour. And my mind,

 O Star! is filled with your white light, from far,

 So suffer me this one night to enjoy

The freedom of the onward sweeping wind.

 

Amy Dowell

 

 

 

 

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