All day long the wind in the bending branches Softly croons a chant for the silent sleepers, Through the hours the birds in unceasing rapture Echo the wind-song. Tossing branches caught by the spars of sun-glow, Framing bits of blue with their leafy meshes, And upon the winds from the pine-tree's censer Attars unloosened. Far away the valley lies in a day-dream, Warm and golden, swept by the clouds' swift shadows, While the grasses like distant ocean billows Drift in the sunshine. Here is peace and loveliness ever mingled: Organ music of winds and birds and branches, And a brooding Presence that makes each moment A benediction. |