Clear from the deep sky pours the moon
Her silver on the heavy dark;
The small stars blink.
Against the moon the maple bough
Flutters distinct her leafy spears;
All sound falls weak….
Weak the train's whistle, the dog's bark,
Slow steps; and rustling into her nest
At last, the thrush.
All's still; only earth turns and breathes.
Then that amazing trembling note
Cleaves the deep wave
Of silence. Shivers even that silvery one;
Sigh all the trees, even the cedar dark
--O joy, and I.
The Silvery One
John Freeman
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Poem topics: dog, joy, silence, silver, sky, whistle, blink, earth, small, clear, heavy, slow, sound, train, dark, moon, deep, weak, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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