Alone in the night
On a dark hill
With pines around me
Spicy and still,

And a heaven full of stars
Over my head,
White and topaz
And misty red;

Myriads with beating
Hearts of fire
That aeons
Cannot vex or tire;

Up the dome of heaven
Like a great hill,
I watch them marching
Stately and still,

And I know that I
Am honored to be
Witness
Of so much majesty. ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,............,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,Now in the middle of my days I glean
this truth that has a flower's freshness:
life is the gold and sweetness of wheat,
hate is brief and love immense.

Let us exchange for a smiling verse
that verse scored with blood and gall.
Heavenly violets open, and through the valley
the wind blows a honeyed breath.

Now I understand not only the man who prays;
now I understand the man who breaks into song.
Thirst is long-lasting and the hillside twisting;
but a lily can ensnare our gaze.

Our eyes grow heavy with weeping,
yet a brook can make us smile.
A skylark's song bursting heavenward
makes us forget it is hard to die.




There is nothing now that can pierce my flesh.
With love, all turmoil ceased.
The gaze of my mother still brings me peace.
I feel that God is putting me to sleep.

The railroad track is miles away, And the day is loud with voices speaking,
Yet there isn't a train goes by all day But I hear its whistle shrieking.

All night there isn't a train goes by, Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming,
But I see its cinders red on the sky, And hear its engine steaming.

My heart is warm with friends I make, And better friends I'll not be knowing;
Yet there isn't a train I wouldn't take, No matter where it's going.