Spring 1950 • Vol. XII No. 2 Poetry |

The Poet at Nightfall Surveys His Dominion

It is the simple change of sleep and morning Keeps the small birds raucous beyond reason; Keeps the sparrow nervously in air        Hungry, and quick to fear Trespass of any sound. Dawn in this season        Has a rich, easy meaning,        Being sudden as desire. It is the waking touch of early rain Pricks up the sullen animal within,Shakes the hanging leaf, and gives it voice        So all the fields rehearse A subtle dissonance. The changing wind        Is up, and light again        With its own simple noise. It is some spring swells in the lonely dark That sets a new tide moving in the heart Of the most timid sleeper in his den.        The rabbit, bold at dawn, Kicks his heels when the thin shadows start,     &

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