OUT of one heart the birds and I together, Earth hushed in twilight, Low through the live-oaks hung heavy with silver, Gemmed with the skylight, Under the great wet star Shaking with light, we jar Lute-voiced the silence with intervaled music.

    While under the margined world the slow sun lingers, Flaming earth's portal, Over the lilac dusk spreads his great fingers- Earth is immortal！ While the frail beauty dies. Dream in the dreamer's eyes, All the good gladness turns praise for the singers.

    Hark, 'tis the breath of life！ Hush！ and I need it； Northern, gigantic,Questing the silences, herding the sudden foam Down the Atlantic； Leaves from the autumn's store Shrill at my desert door, They and I out of one heart that is grieving.