Listening

<SPAN name="startofbook"></SPAN> <hr style='width: 65%;' /> <SPAN name='LISTENING'></SPAN><h3>LISTENING</h3> <div class='poem'><div class='stanza'> <span>There is a place of grass<br/></span> <span>With daisies like white pools,<br/></span> <span>Or shining islands in a sea<br/></span> <span>Of brightening waves.<br/></span></div> <div class='stanza'> <span>Swallows, darting, brush<br/></span> <span>The waves of gentle green,<br/></span> <span>As though a wide still lake it were,<br/></span> <span>Not living grass.<br/></span></div> <div class='stanza'> <span>Evening draws over all,<br/></span> <span>Grass and flowers and sky,<br/></span> <span>And one rich bird prolongs the sweet<br/></span> <span>Of day on the edge of dark.<br/></span></div> <div class='stanza'> <span>The grass is dim, the stars<br/></span> <span>Lean down the height of heaven;<br/></span> <span>And the trees, listening in all their leaves,<br/></span> <span>Scarce-breathing stand.<br/></span></div> <div class='stanza'> <span>Nothing is as it was:<br/></span> <span>The bird on the bough sings on;<br/></span> <span>The night, pure from the cloud of day,<br/></span> <span>Is listening.<br/></span></div> </div> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />