THE QUIET ENEMY
HEARKEN—NOW the hermit beeDrones a quiet thren dy;Greening on the stagnant poolThe criss-cross light slants silken-cool;In the venomed yew tree wingsPreen and flit. The linnet sings.Gradually the brave sunDrops to a day's journey done;In the marshy flats abideMists to muffle midnight-tide.Puffed within the belfry towerHungry owls drowse out their hour....Walk in beauty. Vaunt thy rose.Flaunt thy transient loveliness.Pace for pace with thee there goesA shape that hath not come to bless.I thine enemy?... Nay, nay.I can only watch and waitPatient treacherous time away,Hold ajar the wicket gate.
HEARKEN—NOW the hermit beeDrones a quiet thren dy;Greening on the stagnant poolThe criss-cross light slants silken-cool;In the venomed yew tree wingsPreen and flit. The linnet sings.Gradually the brave sunDrops to a day's journey done;In the marshy flats abideMists to muffle midnight-tide.Puffed within the belfry towerHungry owls drowse out their hour....Walk in beauty. Vaunt thy rose.Flaunt thy transient loveliness.Pace for pace with thee there goesA shape that hath not come to bless.I thine enemy?... Nay, nay.I can only watch and waitPatient treacherous time away,Hold ajar the wicket gate.
HEARKEN—NOW the hermit beeDrones a quiet thren dy;Greening on the stagnant poolThe criss-cross light slants silken-cool;In the venomed yew tree wingsPreen and flit. The linnet sings.
HEARKEN—NOW the hermit bee
Drones a quiet thren dy;
Greening on the stagnant pool
The criss-cross light slants silken-cool;
In the venomed yew tree wings
Preen and flit. The linnet sings.
Gradually the brave sunDrops to a day's journey done;In the marshy flats abideMists to muffle midnight-tide.Puffed within the belfry towerHungry owls drowse out their hour....
Gradually the brave sun
Drops to a day's journey done;
In the marshy flats abide
Mists to muffle midnight-tide.
Puffed within the belfry tower
Hungry owls drowse out their hour....
Walk in beauty. Vaunt thy rose.Flaunt thy transient loveliness.Pace for pace with thee there goesA shape that hath not come to bless.
Walk in beauty. Vaunt thy rose.
Flaunt thy transient loveliness.
Pace for pace with thee there goes
A shape that hath not come to bless.
I thine enemy?... Nay, nay.I can only watch and waitPatient treacherous time away,Hold ajar the wicket gate.
I thine enemy?... Nay, nay.
I can only watch and wait
Patient treacherous time away,
Hold ajar the wicket gate.