When all the centuries return, night falling, to their beauty, to the ends of the universe rises the deep oneness of the earth.
A wanderer hears drums, warning him of war,And that one cry of autumn from a wild-goose at the border,And he knows that the dews tonight will be frost
Four hundred dollars beat for him Like a still heart within the house, Midway the wall whereon a clock Made nightly music for the mouse.
Deep roll the breakers where we run Along the sands, And up the blue deep rolls the sun From sunny lands.
Dusky and strong, You lift high your branches, Mighty magnolia;
I have been one acquainted with the night.I have walked out in rain and back in rain.I have outwalked the furthest city light.
